this pic comes courtesy of giving an old friend a drinking buddy for a night…
…and discovering some frozen drink disparity in the process. you might remember a previous bit about cheating on chacho’s where i commented it was funny i was at chacho’s for the first time in ages as i was reading it. i had FIVE frozen jack n’ cokes that night. five. in the past three was about it. in the past it was at the chacho’s on i-10. this was the one closer to the house (as it were) just off loop 410. i had five. i also had three tacos (carne guisada,, fish, and buffalo wing) all of which were excellent. but as i write this i remember i’ve had a carne guisada with each round before and still been more than good after three – this time i did five, and felt cool to drive and was completely sober again before i even made it to san marcos, let alone home.
spooky. but that wasn’t what this bit was supposed to be about – it was about THIS:
you know you’re in the ghetto when the car was of a STILL OPEN gas station is turned into a tint and alarm place. i was running late so i didn’t go in, and by the time we left chacho’s they were closed – but i was curious how much of the inside still looked carwashish…’cause the outside ain’t foolin’ N O B O D Y ! ! !