Recidivist

No, it was not a Taco Bell. There is a small chain (three) of Mexican restaurants down here. Their food is pretty good and they enjoy a loyal clientele. They all share the same name, followed by Uno, Dos, etc. They used to be under one ownership and as such were fairly uniform and consistent. However, they are now each independently owned and Number Dos has slipped in quality. Late yesterday afternoon I went over to a friend's house to drink, drug and kick his a$s in Madden. When his wife returned home, she announced she wanted take out from Numero Dos (the closest of the three establishments). I had previously cautioned them of their decline, but they were undeterred. WTF I figured, I hadn't eaten all day so I decided to get something as well. Not only would I call in the order, heck, I'll go pick it up and pay for it too. What can I say . . . I was raised right. At this juncture, it is paramount to understand that Recidivist does not and will not eat cheese. I do not know how more clearly and explicitly I can make this point. My cheese-induced psychotic episodes are legendary. When placing an order, I go to great lengths to stress how important it is that my food is completely and totally cheeseless. I've been known to request to speak to someone else when placing an order if I have the slightest reservation about the initial call-taker's comprehension of the English language (yes, I could improve my fluency in Spanish, but this is America goddammnit). I placed the order and was satisfied that my request for a "steak fajita burrito without cheese" would be fulfilled. I went to the restaurant at the prescribed time and was advised it would be a "few more minutes . . . perhaps you'd like to have a drink in the bar?". Great idea, as I had left my beer in the car and was indeed thirsty. I went to the bar and orderd a shot of Patron silver. I immediately realized shooting tequila is an ineffective time-killing activity. I promptly ordered another shot and downed it. After 10 minutes my food arrived. Before leaving, I needed to check my order to make sure it was cheeseless. As I opened the lid, I smelled it before I saw it. Focking drenched in cheese. It looked like that Primus album cover. I told myself to cool out, they would fix it. I politely informed them of their error. At first they wanted to suggest one hadn't been made. Stay cool I kept telling myself. Sure enough, the order had been taken correctly, but the beaner in the back neglected to take note of the "NO CHEESE" written next to it. It'll take 5 minutes to fix I was told. Alright, back to the bar. This time, I just went ahead and ordered a double Patron silver. Ten minutes later, my food is back and looks to be correct - no cheese on the exterior of the burro. Cool. Back at my friend's house he and his wife were aware of the hold-up and eagerly awaiting the arrival of their meal. We sit down to eat. I cut open my burrito and to my absolute horror I discover that they used the same cheese laden steak pieces. The outside was clean, but the innards were totally contaminated. These fockers do not understand "No Cheese". At this point, I'm still cooled out. I resolve to not be upset, I'll just call them up, advise them of their error, and request they deduct the $13.95 for my steak fajita burrito from the credit card charge. That's fair. I called, advised them of the situation and my request. I was asked to hold on a moment. A woman (who turns out is the owner) gets on and asks what the problem is. I coolly and politely recount the events that have thus transpired and my seemingly wholly reasonable request for a refund. Her response? "That's not possible, as we do not put cheese on the inside." I told her that in this instance, it appears the kitchen violated their recipe as there is a distinct and appreciable quantity of cheese on the inside of this particular burrito. After repeated denials on her part and protestations to the contrary on mine, she tells me that if I want a refund of any kind, I would have to come in so she could see this cheese covered meat I was complaining about. Flabbergasted, I advised the dear woman that the last thing she wanted was for me to return to her establishment. No return, no refund she maintained. At approximately this point I uttered my first F-bomb (in gerund form, modifying "nuts") and the line went dead. My buddy, being the great friend he is, insists that I have no choice but to press on for the refund. In fact, he wants to come and watch (which he did from a safe distance while not letting on he was in anyway remotely associated with moi). Upon my entrance to the restaurant, I shout out "WHERE'S THE MANAGER? I'M HERE TO SHOW HER MY MEAT!" The place was about 3/4 full at the time and I had commanded everyone's attention as I was speaking as loudly and lasciviously as possible. The hostess was just staring at me, mouth agape, so I implored her to "GO GET HER! SHE ASKED TO SEE MY MEAT AND I AM HERE TO SHOW IT TO HER!" As she retreated to the back, I was glaring back at any customer or employee who had the temerity to attempt eye contact with me. Soon this fat POS (turns out was the owner's son) comes waddling out from the back. He got about 20' from me when I shouted "WHAT, YOU WANT TO SEE MEAT TOO?" He stopped in his tracks and returned from whence he came. Soon, the woman I spoke to on the phone came out followed by her husband. They looked none too happy. I announced that I "BROUGHT MY MEAT FOR YOU TO LOOK AT". I was shocked that she actually intended to check it out before granting a refund. I obliged her by picking out several pieces. I would hold a piece up for her inspection, shout "LOOKS LIKE CHEESE TO ME!" and discard each piece onto the floor. After the fourth piece she told me she would need my credit card to process the refund. I told her that was "ABSOLUTEFUCKINGBULLSHIT" as she already had all my info at her disposal. Her husband left briefly and returned with the refund slip and meekly stated that I was no longer welcome at Numero Dos. "THAT'S FOCKING PRESUMPTUOUS. YOU SHOULD REMAME THIS PLACE EL BANO". On my way out the door I advised everyone "YOU ALL LIVE IN FILTH." On the ride home my friend expressed regret in that he would have probably eaten my burrito dinner.

The only other documentary of his I have seen is "Jim Brown: All-American". I thought it was pretty good but for Spike giving JB pretty much a free pass on his wife beating past. Lots of great Brown highlights from Syracuse and Cleveland - definitely worth watching. Part 1 of 2 was on tonite. Thus far, a lot of the blame is directed towards the Bush administration's lack of response. Gov. Blanco is painted as indecisive. Nagin's famous emotional radio interview days after landfall is portrayed as the kickstart of the relief effort in earnest. I don't expect any documentary to be completely objective. However, I must say from what I have seen so far, Spike has done a pretty decent job of presenting a balanced perspective of Katrina and its aftermath.

I just wanted to acknowledge the significance of this today to the subscriptants of that faith. For he is the father of the same whom I believe and to which is the season. May the Higher Power of one's understanding bring them closer to all those in their lives who care about them. May the Lord bless and keep us all. Be well to all! Love, Jimmy

I want to extend my best wishes to all the geeks I've established a rapport with - meaning one that gets my ###### hard. I want to wish every one a happy Chanuckah, a Merry Christmas(the reak deal - no disrespect to all faiths and creeeds) and ultimately the peace and sacrafice of self it takes to renuirte with love ones. God loves us all. I strive to be his vessell. He Will bless us all!

Regregretfully, I have been precluded from being forthwright with my ff totoday brethren, you especially. I regret that, as I enjoy sharing my nefarious exploits.God is good, like it or not. He wil see me back in 2012! Bless you all!

Neither, They each bring their own unique perspectuve, Since I swing both ways ways, God bless them both

Not to pile on, but with those fingers, I'm guessing she needs a dialing wand. She's one of those chicks who hit their prime before reaching the age of majority.

Benjamin Orr - Cars Roger Waters - Pink Floyd Doug Pinnick - King's X

If they can all lay it down like this, we should have no borders:

Earlier tonite I got home from my AA meeting and was eating dinner when the phone rang. It was my buddy Dr. Jay Hemmingway (he's not a doctor of course, but he usually has something for whatever might be ailing you). I've known him all of my adult-life from playing hoops and scoring dope. He's an all-around great guy and one of my best friends. Anyway, he was in a financial bind a few weeks back and I lent him $3k. He re-paid me in full a few days later, but has been trying to go the extra mile to show his gratitude. When I loaned him money in the past, in addtion to re-paying me, he would typically throw some free drugs my way. But now that I'm clean (something he respects), he's been trying to do something else special to say thinks. So tonite, he calls and says he's coming by with his friend Erica. I hadn't met her previously, but I had seen pictures. The good Dr. has been banging her for a couple of months and says that he's going to drop her off at my place for a few hours and that I have carte blanche to do whatever I want with her. He told me she has seen pics of me and that she is hot for me I was not the slightest bit interested as I know this chick has focked on film, strips, and has probably turned tricks. That, combined with the fact that the Dr. had probably probed all of her orfices in the last 24 hours, turned me off. Despite my telling the Dr. this, they still came over. This chick was perhaps the dumbest person I have ever met in my life. Her total ignorance was magnified by the fact she and the Dr. were doing blow (I didn't partake). Listening to someone coke babble is bad enough; listening to a stupid person coke babble is exponentially worse. Fortunately, they left a little while ago and I am most satisfied with my decision. Here she is (NSFW): http://bangbros.com/t2/pps=bbonet/profiles?m=Erica-Deen1

As many of you may know, I've committed myself to sobriety - today is my 76th day without alcohol or drugs. I could not have achieved even 6 days without the aid of AA. Part of the the 12 Step program of AA involves making a list of those you have harmed and then making direct amends to them. I am not sure if I have harmed anyone here at the Geek Club, but I do know that I have probably offended many people by being condescending, cocky, insulting, inconsiderate, insincere, insensitive, sarcastic, etc. I want to express my genuine remorse to anyone who I have harmed. I would greatly appreciate the opportunity to specifically apologize to anyone who cares to recount an instance in which I have hurt, harmed or offended them by my words or deeds. Therefore, please post any such episode so that I might attempt to personally apologize. TIA.

"Recidicist"? Who the fock is he? Sorry. If I relapse, there is bound to be a good story involved which I pledge to share. Coincidentally, Numero Dos is across the street from my favored AA meeting location

I'm pretty sure we've never had an issue KSB. As for those you have mentioned: -there were actually multiple people at the ATM - it was a drive-up ATM and I was alleged to have threatened the four motorists who accumulated behind me while I was engaged in a heated argument (which turned physical) with the ATM after it ate my card; I am not sure I want to revisit these folks - for now I ask God for forgiveness; -I have no way of contacting the white DJ - I doubt he actually worked where he claimed he did; again I will rely on God for forgiveness here; -the above applies for the motorist; -my cat and I are cool; despite my condition, I was always faithful in tending to his needs; I'm sure he's cool with me as he sleeps next to me every nite in bed; -I haven't considered the proprietor of Dos; I will have to give this some thought. As always, thanks for your kind words KSB

I concur . . . thanks BiPolar.

My ex father-in-law had an associate by the name of Richard Beaver. Curiously, he preferred to be called D!ck . . . hence, D!ck Beaver.

Yay! Hopefully somebody will give you something better by day's end though.

Sorry for the offense, but we can agree to disagree. I actually owe you an apology for setting you straight about Kip Winger . . . it was sort of like telling a kid there is no Santa Claus. Sorry.

Me too. I thought the step of making a thorough and fearless moral inventory would be bad, but this one is going to take awhile, perhaps the rest of my days. Enjoy your ice cream

That's where the safe money is, but I can still try though Thanks!

At this point, I'm checking into getting one of those roll-off dumpsters delivered to my driveway - I guess I'll put yours there when it arrives

Thanks. In all candor, I almost posted a snide comment about your haircut in the pic post thread. I apologize for thinking the unkind thoughts that I ultimately did not post. Take care bro.

It gets better . . . one day at a time wasn't just a great TV show . . . it is a way of life

Not quite. The priest I consulted suggested some additional forms of penance that I don't think are actually endorsed by Scripture. Also, such activity is referred to as 13th Stepping and as such, is not advisable for someone who is in the early stages of recovery.

You're the second person who's told me that today. Its nice when someone cares enough to want to kill you Be well, friend.

I didn't think I could either, but then again, its not because of me so much as it is my Higher Power. Thank you for your warm sentiments - the feeling is quite mutual. I might have to get you a monogrammed triple ripple butt plug . . . purple is your preferred color right?