We all have a French policeman inside of us

Wiley, Tamara, Josh, Ginger, and I exploded 8 pounds of ground beef with M-60s and Black Cats. I know it's retarded, but I feel a sense of accomplishment. Partially because the 45 minute ride to escape the illegal use of fireworks in Austin led us to an open train track outside of Elgin. After riding around for nearly an hour, we defeated what Wiley termed, "fiasco status". This journey was best completed with a barbecue feast at Meyer's Elgin BBQ.

For some unknown reason, I ate BBQ the following day with friends at the Salt Lick. I'm surprised I haven't broken my stomach.

Saw The Fall last weekend. Mark E. Smith sat behind a desk with 2 microphones.