Dudes,
I think everyone can point to a handful of things that influence their lives and make them tick. Have a little bite of mine.
1. Cryptozoology
I have no idea where my fascination with cryptozoology came from. It just happened. There are hundreds of legends of monsters who lurk in forests, mountains, and seas, and reading these stories makes me happy in my heart. I can't prove that any of these creatures exist, but you can't prove they don't.
2. Rock n Roll
My brand of music may be on the grittier side, but it's still rock and roll to me. Hmm...I think I've heard that somewhere before. Music has the power to take me places I've never been and show me things I've never seen. Music teaches us that it's ok to be free and to live our own way. If your music doesn't tell you that then you're listening to the wrong stuff.
3. Vans shoes
Vans was founded in 1966, and it's the only shoe company that has mattered since. It's funny how in the past five years or so maintream America has figured this out. For the first 40 years of its existence Vans was worn almost exclusively by burnout skaters and "punk rock" kids. Now every kind of person of every age can be seen wearing them. Good for vans; bad for my individuality. Luckily I don't give a shit about individuality anymore.
4. Beer
These are the two best beers on the planet right now. Wow I need to wrap this post up so I can go get some. Ok...focus. Seriously people, do yourself a favor and stop drinking Miller Lite and Michelob Ultra. If you're a Miller Lite drinker that tells me you work in a cubicle, play golf on Saturday afternoons, and probably have a goatee. The highlight of your week is when your wife lets you go down to your "man cave" and watch porn on the 80 inch flat screen you bought to make your life seem less pathetic. Don't you owe it to yourself to at least drink decent beer? The extra few pounds you'll gain from drinking it will be worth it. By the sound of things your wife stopped having sex with you years ago anyway.
5. Mexican Food
I'm not sure life would be worth living without Mexican food. Everything that is right with the world is in those two pictures. My mother raised me on this stuff, and that is why I love her. She might have done a few other nice things here or there, but nothing compares to her making me homemade flour tortillas with carne guisada, rice, beans, guacamole....oh man...I'm hungry. Why do I do this to myself?
Post over. Taco and beer time.










Chupacabras exist. So does great home-cooked Mexican food, don't loose faith! You'll find out later today:)
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