Friday, January 28, 2011

Chicken Taco

Stumbling towards my favorite burrito place, La Victoria, after a long night of partying, I encountered a unique soul. The Choosy Beggar...a rarity, but I found one.
Beg: "Hey brother, can you help me out?"
Me: "Sorry dude, I only have a credit card."
Beg: "Ok, well can you grab me a taco? And make it chicken, I don't want any of that carne asada shit...ok? 
Despite my mind drowning in vodka, I was still caught off guard by the gentle ease with which that demand rolled off his tongue. I slid into a corner chair and grubbed on a "carne asada shit" was delicious; dude was a horrible food critic.  Upon exiting the taqueria, I cowardly crossed the street in order to avoid coming up to my hungry friend empty-handed.

On a side note, 5 minutes later I would break my phone while leapfrogging over a series of short decorative pillars.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Thug Life

‎3rd graders teaching each other how to throw an "eastside" in the middle of my that's something worth learning.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


My second grade group challenges me the most. Their energy is nonstop, and their attention span is nonexistent. I constantly feel like a clown bouncing around the class bribing they children with cheap laughs in order to buy 30 seconds of instructional time. Today one the group carried the comedic load:
Me: Can someone give me another word that starts with G? 
Kid 1: Green!
Kid 2: Go! 
Kid 3: Gray!
Kid 4: Gang...member!
Me: Nicely done guys.