The sun was out yet again in El Paso. Nia, Andrew, and I were chilling in the backyard sipping on beer and cooking up a storm. We had a pork butt in the smoker and Andrew was showing us his new disco, which is my newest culinary fascination.
The ultimate tailgate tool, we fried up like 6 pounds of a variety of meats that ended up in some of the best tacos of my life.
As we were hanging out enjoying December temps in the sixties, I hopped on my board to practice heelflips. It was a good practice session. No makes, but good reputation nonetheless.