Thursday, June 28, 2007
I have a new addiction. These pickled sausages called Tijuana Mamas. I bought four this morning along with two Surge energy drinks.
"You are going to get sick," Rosa said of my over indulgence.
I ate all four sausages and they are so hot that tears were pouring down my cheeks. I quickly drank both ice cold energy drinks.
"God, those are so delicious," I told Rosa, wiping the tears from my face.
Rosa looked at the label of one eaten sausage.
"They have pork and beef hearts in them!" she exclaimed. "That is just gross and you smell like vinegar."
"I could eat four more," I said.
Rosa and me left Fat Albert's to walk back up the street to my house.
"When do you finally move?" she asked as we walked.
"Tomorrow," I said. "I have been waiting on my internet to get hooked up."
I worry I am going to see much less of Rosa when I move. My new house is not in walking distance of all my favorite haunts. I will be dependent upon that damned car of mine. At least I will have much more independence from my family.