I like chaos, but not on I-5.  And different people, but not so much me.  And I like to watch people…I’m that guy rubbernecking at the accident, or slowing to watch the domestic squabble on the street with the Orange County Sherriff running interference ( I see a fair amount of these…why do they happen under FWY bridges?).  Maybe I’ll see something dramatic, something cool, something to talk about…..as long as it doesn’t affect me.  Kinda makes me a hypocrite when I like to observe society in a state of dystopia….as long as it doesn’t affect me.

What have we become. We watch but don’t interact. We like violence but don’t aggress. We like chaos and we organize. What are we hunters, gatherers, aggressors, or stool pigeons. I choose not to choose.

What are you?  What do you do?  Are you an exceptional member of the gene pool…the deep end or the shallow end?  What about the people in the baby pool where the floaters are?  What happened?

So much pork, so little space in my veins!

Men can cook when it involves barbecue. When it involves 2 pounds of bacon and two pounds of ground pork, I think man can cook.

Here are the vitals:

2 pounds thick cut bacon
2 pounds Italian sausage
1 jar of your favorite barbecue sauce
1 jar of your favorite barbecue rub

Just look at the pictures. I’m getting chest pains just from mentioning it. Here is the the complete how to ruin your plumbing recipe.