cinco delicious.

taco tuesday.
normally,
i couldn't give less of a sh!t about that sort of thing,
but,
taco tuesday AND cinco de mayo?
AAND it's also the anniversary of the daddy's house doodiehole fiesta??
yuuuuuuuup.
that calls for overindulgent epic food battles,
and a victory celebration for the victory at puebla all those years ago.
y'know?
claro que si.
so,
since i was solo at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
i made myself a little party all by my lonely,
and ate enough for a few people.
check the taco-type teleport:

ole'!
six on cinco, in a row.
uh-huh.
six succulent sexual sweet spicy special deliveries for my face!!
tacos might be simple, but they are also definitely expert.
that's no joke.
and when there are six of 'em,
there's mucho room for muy mas.
after all,
demasiado es la cantidad correcto.
believe it.
but, like, don'tcha wanna know what's IN 'em, neighbors?
haha.
mandolin-thin steam-softened fried sweet potatoes in some,
black beans with jalapeno in others;
salsa fresca on top of a few, and hot cooked salsa on a couple, too;
red beans and rice?
yep.
tamale bits seared with chili-garlic sauce has got it goin' on,
and so does chipotle seitan, suckas;
there's lettuce, obvi;
and cilantro and scallions;
and shredded spinach;
and naturally,
i mixed it up with cast-iron toasted tortilla in BOTH soft corn and flour.
kaBOOMfire.
....for my b-hole.
*
i tattooed my friend all day,
and that was cool.
huh?
no.
i didn't recreate the battle of daddy's house in any way.
c'mon.
we're working on a large piece started by someone else,
and then summarily abandoned to the passage of time and space.
awww.
there is a weird sense of loyalty and obligation that clients feel to artists.
it IS weird, too.
it's the equivalent of getting emotionally involved
in the storylines of professional wrestling.
you know that these characters aren't real people in real situations,
but you're invested in the performance.
naturally,
there are long-lasting aftereffects to being tattooed.
there's an everyday reminder of whose tea you're on.
unless your team F*ed it up.
and then you're just feeling disappointed every day,
far beyond the bitter taste of a steel-cage title-bout upset....
but,
nobody is obligated to endure the discomfort of a negative tattoo experience,
and the sign up for yet another dose of doo-doo buttery dispensation,
anymore than the heavyweight belt is going to stay with the victor
in this case,
no names are being mentioned to protect both parties from the discomfort
of a public break-up.
suffice to say,
we're now on a road to loud, fresh, hardness
that was untrodden upon in the first incarnation.
that's a potentially tricky situation, if you're a sensitive diaperbaby-
the thing of it is, clients shouldn't feel like they HAVE to suffer through bad times.
ultimately,
you vote with your wallet.
(....and i'd love to win your vote, y'all.)
ugh.
sometimes,
the only way to winnow out the weak sauce is to blockade those movie checks,
and embargo their bad skills,
in order to force the infrastructure to restructure itself.
that's free-market american spirit, right there,
and it lends itself readily to the cardinal rule:
just be dope, or F* right off.
damn.
that's tough.
but,
it's fair.
like,
i had a terrible bellyache after i terrorized six tacos,
but i also had six terrific tacos.
you get what you get when you do what you do-
it's all really happening,
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....