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" burrito...it 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.

Thug Life

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

G

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.