After a rough night at Sammy's Daniel on Sunday, I found myself sick the rest of the week with a nasty cold. Today was the first time I left the house to dine on breakfast food at the Cameo Cafe in Northwest. I was quite surprised to find that they had recently opened a bar in their basement that actually looks, uh, drinkable. Even though I quit smoking it still makes me smile when I go into a recently opened establishment in a smoking unfriendly neighborhood and see ashtrays. I didn't have time to properly drink there, and I won't for awhile since I'm actually going not going to pay a visit to Outlaws tonight to determine if my draconian banning is merited anymore.
Additionally, I've added Zach's Shack, which is the sweet hot dog stand turned hot dog drinkery. And for shits and giggles, you'll find American Cowgirls here. I can't wait for those anonymous reviews to roll in.
For my entertainment, here are some photos of me kicking leatherjacket face's ass, somewhere in Long Beach, CA.
Losing

Me Winning
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Sammy's Daniel; Ruth's Chris; Dale Ann's Ladd's Addition . . . I like the trend. I'm going to open a joint called Shannon's Gertrude.
Hey, where' Houdini's kid? Or is he the one taking the picture?