It's been a long, long time since I sent a post.

Man!!!, so much has happened but where do I begin. I'll just speak what is on my mind and share other stuff later on. Well, oh my gosh, yesterday I felt like I got robbed by a band of gypsies! I was had! I was duke! I fell for the biggest trick in the book. Let me explain, I went to my first Mexicna resturant in Rome. Enough said? I should have known better!! I seriously was desperate for some mex-intake. (That like a word Brightbill would use, my bad) I'm so desperate for some mexican food, I kid you not, if a girl made a breakfast burrito right now, I'd get down on one knee and propose to her on the stop. I mean, its been months since I've had some fried heavenly mexican goodness, I'm talking bout a Carne Asada Burrito (aka: C.A.B.) with melted cheese. Ah man, I'm shaking off tears thinking of nice warm soft flour torillas loaded with pounds of perfectly merinated chunklets of steak, and fatty tasty gaucamole .......Awh man I better stop before I fall to the ground and start going into convulsions......oh, sweet melted cheddar!!!! But anyways, let me share about my Roman fake Mexican food experience. To make a long story short, I got a meager chorizo burrito, that cost me 8 euros, 10 flippin' bucks, those crooks. And I kid you not, seconds before they served my wimpy burrito, I heard from the kitchen a loud, DING! That is just wrong. Let me conclude by saying that I've had better burritos at a gas station. Dude, if I started up a Mexican Resturaunt out here I'd be making an easy killin'.