Every March 9th I either drink a few Mickey's or Keystone Lights to commemorate one of my best friends, whom I lost that day. I also listen to Biggie, because it was also his birthday.
Honestly I'm probably tainted from all of the cigarette, exhaust, mold, paint, and dust of many sorts I have breathed in unmasked in my life.
I also don't eat much for veggies.
Nothing like homemade alligator gumbo.
My mom killed the gator in LA, and my boss at the time was from LA so she whipped some up.
Holy. Fucking. Good.
Also not to be confused with Packard's pork chops.