I provide Pepsi for the graveyard set at a local chicken factory. They don't make chickens there, they kill them. They kill 130,000 of them. A day. I finally got up the nerve to ask someone how they kill the chickens. "Well, they hang them upside down by their legs. Then they go through some sort of scalder, which burns their feathers off. And something in the scalder cuts their heads off, too." Awesome. I have a feeling that if anyone there finds out I'm a vegetarian, I'm going to end up in the scalder, too.
Someone who knows how to ask for spicy pork rinds nicely.
Tim Barry writes some sad fucking songs. I'm into that.
The American Astronaut is the next movie you watch.
Looney Tunes. Especially that episode where Bugs and Fudd sing The Barber of Seville.
A Time To Die, by Tom Wicker.
Fake bologna, pepper jack, lettuce, tomato, and mayo makes a pretty good hero. I can also go for a grilled veggie hero as well.