Pass the Sauce

(originally published 2007-09-03)

There are little voices given to each cell in our body. They have very limited vocabularies, perhaps just a few dozen words. There is this one word they cannot whisper. It can only be spoken with absolute abandon: Brisket.

Despite their singluar simple lives, these cells know what they speak. They aren't looking for some carnival braised nonesense. They want twelve-hour, no less, smokey ambrosia that is crying tender pink tears.

Today's Thought of Revenge
One day when the time is ripe, I will simply put the neigbor kid in a cardboard box, sealed, addressed and leave him (still breathing and all) on the porch of his home. Maybe then their parents will get the hint that I am not their personal day-night day care center.