[279] 02/26/2024 Monday. Coffee Table on Top of a Desk. Home Too Suites. Room 212. Charlotte, North Carolina. I don't know, I don't, this work we do, sometimes it causes some real issues in the place where the soul lives. It reminds me of years and years ago when everyone was much younger and me and Brother Luke were living in Laramie, Wyoming trying to go to college. We loved spicy food, still do, like I rarely eat anything that I wish was less spicy. I go through a bottle of habanero hot sauce about once a week. Sometimes two. Brother Luke is the same. Why? I don't know. It wasn't because of what we ate growing up, I know that. Deep fried elk steaks and over-cooked spaghetti is not spicy. There was that one time we added too much black pepper to the chicken soup, but that doesn't count either. Our father's favorite snack was butter on Saltine crackers. Pegleg was on a bacon diet for about 10 of those years. Microwaved bacon. I don't think I even knew that jalapenos could be eaten fresh until I was living on my own. By living on my own, I mean sharing a room with two other adult men that were not my brothers in a town that was not my home town. But by the time me and Brother Luke were living in Laramie together we had acquired a taste for the hot stuff. And not just co-eds, if you know what I mean. But back then I remember our friend Mike St Clair was eating lunch with us somewhere, maybe it was breakfast, but after watching me and Brother Luke douse our lunch or breakfast in hot sauce he asked, "Why do Truman’s always need to make eating a painful experience?"
[279] Screed City
[279] Screed City
[279] Screed City
[279] 02/26/2024 Monday. Coffee Table on Top of a Desk. Home Too Suites. Room 212. Charlotte, North Carolina. I don't know, I don't, this work we do, sometimes it causes some real issues in the place where the soul lives. It reminds me of years and years ago when everyone was much younger and me and Brother Luke were living in Laramie, Wyoming trying to go to college. We loved spicy food, still do, like I rarely eat anything that I wish was less spicy. I go through a bottle of habanero hot sauce about once a week. Sometimes two. Brother Luke is the same. Why? I don't know. It wasn't because of what we ate growing up, I know that. Deep fried elk steaks and over-cooked spaghetti is not spicy. There was that one time we added too much black pepper to the chicken soup, but that doesn't count either. Our father's favorite snack was butter on Saltine crackers. Pegleg was on a bacon diet for about 10 of those years. Microwaved bacon. I don't think I even knew that jalapenos could be eaten fresh until I was living on my own. By living on my own, I mean sharing a room with two other adult men that were not my brothers in a town that was not my home town. But by the time me and Brother Luke were living in Laramie together we had acquired a taste for the hot stuff. And not just co-eds, if you know what I mean. But back then I remember our friend Mike St Clair was eating lunch with us somewhere, maybe it was breakfast, but after watching me and Brother Luke douse our lunch or breakfast in hot sauce he asked, "Why do Truman’s always need to make eating a painful experience?"