Friday, September 10, 2010


A few nights ago, while eating some ribs in the town of Montrose, a good friend of mine and I were discussing the virtues of crack as the drug of the proletariat. It’s the peoples drug, inclusive due to its relative inexpense, and opposed to other more hidden vices, its really all about community. You don’t have to know anyone to score crack, you go to a public place, almost replicating an old world market environment. Its folksy too. You make it in your kitchen with a big wooden spoon and sell it locally. Totally homemade and locavore friendly, it’s the green drug that takes a coveted recourse and stretches it as far as it will possibly go.

Another great thing about crack, it will make you dance like this:

Holy shit I love these chicks. That move at 1:50 makes me want to head straight to MacArthur Park.

Seriously, how fucking high are these chicks??

Previous Ikette worship here.

1 comment:

Manslaughter said...

i heart crac...i mean ribs