I worked my ass off recording, and making a video for, a rap song about how macaroni and cheese was different than salsa con queso. The song was pretty serious and meant to be informative, so that the national problem of people mixing up the two and accidentally eating a spoonful of cheese dip could be dealt with by informing the public. At the end of the video, there was a slow-motion shot of me, dressed up like a Founding Father, pouring out a 40 of salsa con queso on the sidewalk for "My Dead Homie, America." Then, in a move carefully designed to garner myself respect for years to come, I woke up from the dream, still drunk from Friday night. Truly, these are our glory days.
