Hahahahaha...it's bad enough that I have to pay for the lessons! Probably won't happen since I can't find a partner....

Christian I live in San Antonio...we KNOW what salsa is! We used to live next door to a lady that made her own salsa with those little bitty HOT peppers. This salsa was so damn hot that none of us could eat it, so we threw it down the drain. It cleaned my pipes and bleached my sink....can you imagine what it would have done to my innards?

Someone say salsa??? I am a connoisseur of salsa, make my own never buy it from a store and a collector of hot sauce. 255 bottles on the shelves of my kitchen at last count. Yum!

Scotch bonnets BURN!

i write songs when i'm not brewing stories - and it works in the reverse for me.

when i write a song - there is a story that follows it.

here's an example, go here and scroll down to twisted

then go hereand listen to the song. i deliberately recorded in a dated fashion.


here's what the end of the story is...

imagine two teens standing on opposite sides of a barb wire fence crossing a huge meadow.
one male, one female - best friends for as far back as either can remember.
both in love with each other - although neither has said the words.
both too friend/confidant/chum/brother-sister deep to feel they have a rightful claim to the other's heart.
one is leaving and doesn't know how to ask the other to join.
one is staying and doesn't know how to ask the other to do the same.
both confused in love and by love.
both of them see each other - but don't really see each other...

and cut.

that stuff's made in new york city! get a rope!

Give him a good lynchin'

All I know about salsa that you get it on a burger.