when all else fails, barbeque sauce

The nice thing about being me is that no matter where I go I make friends. I’ve lived in Knoxville Tennessee since 07′. My lover lives in Chattanooga.  I lived with her there for about six months.  Now I live in Knoxville again. (Relationships can be tricky.)  While living with her I worked at a local tex-mex joint called Mojo Burrito. It was far and away the most fun job I’ve ever had. I love to cook, I don’t mind cleaning, and my coworkers were really fun and easy going. Well tomorrow is my lover’s birthday and tonight while waiting for her to get off work I found myself at Mojo, getting one rolled up for me.  Fire chicken with black beans, sour cream, pineapple salsa and BBQ sauce.  The burrito was off the chain.  Even better was the reconnect with friends.  I love how deep a connection I can build with folks I know for such a short time.  It seems like that happens with coworkers more so than anyone else.  I guess it has something to do with being in the trenches together.  We’re slammed and the dish guy can’t bus the dinning room, so I do it. My shift manager is running the register and obviously won’t be able to take a dinner break, so none of us do.  It’s been a long busy shift and we nobody can start cleaning until an hour after we were supposed to be closed, but instead of finishing your own area and leaving you stay and help until everyone can leave.  Somebody’s girlfriend just dumped them so you give them a hug and buy them a beer.  This is community. And we don’t need religion, or any ideology for that matter, to compel us to care about one another.  We’re in the shit. And when you’re in the shit you’re either friends or your fucked.  

I got kind of teary having dinner there. Two really good guys came around the counter and hugged me. They said they wish I’d come back. They said they could use me.  I’m sure they could. They were in the shit tonight, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t miss it. Be damned if I don’t miss them.  Someday guys. I really hope so.



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