Live fast eat ass

One of the towns I grew up the longest in (I moved a lot as a kid) has a river running through it that Gary Ridgeway would dump his victims’ bodies. I lived about a 15 minute drive from one of the dumping grounds.

One of my elementary school friends also claims that an older siblings of theirs was murdered by ridgeway, but it hasn’t been officially confirmed.

Literally my favorite bar food from southern Spain, cozy and fresh!

Somewhat related, I have a funny story related to Killer Klowns.

My local movie theatre had a live screening of it several years ago that I went to with a friend. I had never seen it before, I barely ate that day and had just gotten off of a 13 hour shift, and of COURSE I had to get one of those terrible canned cocktails. So there I am, shit faced in the back row, my friend sitting next to me, I’m whispering my reactions to him to whole time, when at the end of the movie it’s revealed that the other guy sitting next to me was one of the brothers who worked on the movie.

I don’t remember a lot of that night but my friend said he recognized him immediately but didn’t say anything. Apparently the guy looked happy to sit next to someone drunkenly reacting to his movie for the first time in their lives.

Chicago’s been making a comeback, despite what people may say about it.

Someone gets it 🥹