Just let me eat my fucking taco

 


Just let me eat my fucking taco


     This one comes from a luncheon at the fine Taco Bell restaurant on Tweedy boulevard with Greg and Kent Smith in the 1960's. As friends do especially in Summer you get on eachothers nerves. I was a wise college man and my pal was a all-knowing high school kid.  Young Greg was obsessed with body hair and equated such growth with male virility. I was taking umbrage probably because I never was a  hairy guy and felt my own wimpy growth was being put down. I lectured the boy that virility was not completely connected to hirsuteness and the argument got a little heated. Greg turned to Kevin to settle the dispute and the wise Jesuit educated man answered "just leave me out of it and let me eat my fucking taco." While it may have been the big fella's plea to finish his lunch it became in our minds the springboard of a philosophical movement known as "gustatory alienationism." Adherents of this thought concept believed that they could ignore the problems of living by just eating their food without distraction. Oddly enough, I remained the only sparsely body-haired of the trio while both cousins grew to be hairy men who replaced any losses on topside with flank hair and chest mattage. The Taco Bell was gone within a year but the movement and saying lived on.


 


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