Church of Choppers Blog

Its Sunday so you know what this post will about: nothing! We were out of eggs this morning so we walked down the street to the poultry market. This Indian guy (I think his name is Raj) owns the place but Oscar and Hector are chicken-choppers and they do it without even looking at where they be chopping! Dogs were trippin' on the chickens in the cage.









But they were all good after a minute.
Before we made it home, we heard "TA! MA! LES!" That means the tamales guy is nearby but he yells so loud (I've complimented him before) that you can't tell where the fuck he's at! Just have to locate his Ford Aerostar, which is easy cuz there's always a short line leading to it. One time he was like 2 blocks away and I heard him.



"Queso? Pollo? Puerco?" he asked. "Dos queso, uno pollo por favor." I guess we'll eat the eggs later.