• This is how it all began… I was waiting in line for a taco at a truck twenty minutes from my house.  It was the kind of taco that was so good you craved it even though its meat origins were suspect. Is this brain? tongue? Is it even cow? There was always a line, and the last three times I was there I was pulled away before reaching the front. One time I remembered I’d left my freshly washed shoes…

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