pressed rat...

Any man who would buy me a shot of mezcal is a genius. And if they are clever enough to order me a slice of lime and a shaker of margarita salt with my mezcal, then they are obviously beyond what were previously thought of as the bounds of human intelligence and they should be preserved in a block of that clear plastic shit they put scorpions in and sell as keychains at that cheezy tourist trap along I-35 out in Oklahoma.

 

well, tell your twin brother to call me, so we can go to the toad for a beer, dammit! and have him bring some herb over while he's at it, i still haven't broke in that bowl yet.

which one of you is the "evil" twin?

oh, and tell your twin brother to check his messages more often.

 

actually, matt, i'm planning on getting you drunk unconcious, shaving your head, auctioning off locks of your hair to all your forum groupies, making a fortune, and leaving the country. that's what friends are for.



i realize, of course, that that will probably require an awful lot of beer.