Working in kitchens with Mexicans you always listen to the Spanish channel and that’s what I use. Whenever I cook I think of Spanish music, so I always have to listen to some sort of salsa. It gets your body going.
City lights shine bright on my complexion, Self-reflection…red hairs flashing at the intersection. Life is a green light, one star, no script, Supporting actors…fresh peaches, no pit.
My new shorty got a gymnastic back, ’87 emerald green on a classic Jag. She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef’s salad; She had the club foot, with that little arm, I couldn’t help but laugh…she ordered Chicken Parm.
