These are the vegetable chips, of course. I'm digging on their new zesty tomato style which are all orange and deep red and such.
The only trouble is when you eat all the really nice looking chips off the top. If you then peer into the bag you're thinking, "Wait…are these chips? Or potpourri?"
This is the shit I think about at four in the morning. And how was your day?
This is me.
No, really.
I am a writer, poet, spoken word performer, actor, singer, improviser, content creation and idea machine, freelance iconoclast, and the internet's janitor that dispenses pop culture wisdom to the protagonist of your choice. I have seen too many movies, read too many comic books, and when the zombies finally come, I'm the one you want to call. I sure as hell won't answer the phone, but it's the thought that counts. I advise people on the net, websites and technology, because I know these things instead of having a life or sleeping.
If you like something I've done, donate to the Widge Wants to Kill His Day Job Fund. Or if you'd like to hire me for a job, my rates are terribly reasonable. We thank you.
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