Sunday, September 20, 2015

I was at a bar. Chuck Brown presented me and someone else—maybe Rob D.—with a novelty shot, part of some kind of promotion. It came in solid form, an orange, rectangular box. It seemed a bit too big to fit in my mouth but I did anyway. It was spicy. I thought it’d be funny if I told Chuck that it was like the Devil came in my mouth, but I thought better of it.