Dumber than a box of rocks.
Last night I had dinner with Ed at Mamacitas. The chicken fajita nachos were not quite as good as Armadillo Palace, but close. I’ve been searching for a nacho outlet on the north side of town for some time now. After dinner, Ed took me to the Saint James for a couple of drinks. If I could find it in me to care at all, I’d probably be annoyed at the little flies buzzing around looking for greenbacks. I just drank my Tanq and tonic and kept my mouth shut. The cops rolled in and caused a commotion… that was kinda cool. Other than that, it was just another bar with really strong drinks. After a few, Ed dropped me off at the house and I hit the hay. I’ve been really tired recently… must be getting old.
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