July 02, 2008 --- 8:41 AM

Much was discussed at El Palacio. Listening to the bullshit in the back was almost a job unto itself. It passed the time. A plethora of subjects covered daily but in first place, a nauseating amount of shoptalk. Sex, drugs and rock and roll were, of course, hot topics, the staple of any restaurant. I did more listening than talking these days, afraid a bone would fly out my mouth, I suppose. The remarks were almost Zen-like in their eloquence. Provided one could interpret the drunken witticism, you could learn a lot about life. A friend of mine at work summed it up best; her new trim the topic de jour. “Love is like hair dye. It fades and it grows out”, she said. I always thought she was kinda crack-ish and thug-ish; capable of either cutting you with a sharpened spoon or giving you a blowjob, depending on her mood. But that day, I was convinced she was the smartest person on the planet. And her hair looked better than ever.

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