Sleep Dirt

GONZO: As your attorney, I advise you to tell me where you put the goddamn mescaline. DUKE: Maybe we should take it easy tonight. GONZO: Right. Let's find a good seafood restaurant and eat some red salmon fish tacos . I feel a powerful lust for red salmon fish tacos ... I have no idea how the idea got into my head, but I'm totally jonesing for a fish taco from Cabo's right now. Cabo's is this tiny dive bar hiding in the back corner of a run-down strip mall off Apalachee Parkway in Talahassee. My sister Ebony worked there for a spell, but I actually got hooked on their food back in the days when I worked for big blue . The guys in the office liked to have their ten-martini lunches out there -- which wasn't much fun to be around, but was a great way to score a free meal. A Cabo's fish taco is this thing that starts out with the physiology of a normal taco, but then gets mutated into something much bigger and more sinister. They'd bri

Thursday Thunderdome: Guilty Pleasures

You all know how this works; two things enter, one thing leaves. We'll start off with something easy: Godawful music. I think everybody enjoys music -- but the truth of the matter is that there are a lot of people out there who only really enjoy it on a surface level. That is, they base their preferences off things like -- How do the lyrics make me feel? Does this song has a good beat or not? Can I go to jail for acting like a groupie with the three whiteboys with afros singing the Disney song even though I'm 30 years older than they are? Thinking that tends to drive the rest of us batty trying to figure out how some of these ultra-popular songs actually end up that way. Add to that sprinklings of other factors like "being a musician" or "wanting good music to actually feel authentic and special" and it's easy sometimes to think that you're the only one on the planet who has the clarity of vision to clearly see that Jimmy Buffet is indeed the dev

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