Montreal might eat its young, but Montreal won't break us down

I dont think I'll ever get tired of this. I read it again last night, this time in the version that appears in How We Are Hungry, which is pretty much the same, except the story is framed by the preparations for a giant nacho feast called "La noche de los nachos." The story had two intermissions, where Kait called me to inform me of her adventures as a drunken crazy woman. If I ran for president, the bulk of my campaign would be plagiarized from the book. If Dave gets mad, I'll offer him a position in my administration. Thats basically what Bush did for John Bolton, who channels a pure and potent rage from his discolored mustache.

I'm so ready to leave Michigan. Lately all I want to do is go to sleep, and wake up two weeks from now. Also, while I am asleep gnomes (or elves, or trolls or something) should pack all of my things in boxes for me. That would be A+.