Ribs Eleven: Pig of the Month

DSC_9141-219:30 CT. It’s still light out.┬áIt had all the makings of a perfect evening. Six hours of Diners, Drive-I-, uh, six hours of Bob’s Burgers or Fassbinder queued up after a long day of work, a fresh haircut from my favorite barbershop, that I’d driven to on the scooter I’d temporarily traded my car for, and absolutely nothing planned. All it took was fifteen minutes for that dream to fade, and now my hotel room smells like meat and the ravenous scent of a champion. But let me start at the beginning. Continue reading “Ribs Eleven: Pig of the Month”