![Channeling Spirits with V.D. Cards, or, Why We Didn't Make It to the [Medicinal] Cannibus Cup in L.A.](/images/c/channelingspiritswithvdcards.gif)
Friday AM found us at Java Joe's for brunch. Standing in awkward radius of the front counter was an, as yet, anonymous goth-folk duo with a standing slap bass and ukulele- singing Satanic cabana parables and making light-hearted declarations about the titles of each accompanying song.
"This next song is called 'Die Die Die.' and it's a song about decomposing with the one you love."
After ordering and choosing a table in the corner of the establishment, I took my first bite of a giant breakfast burrito (w/ green chilli) and quickly searched for my little notebook in light of saying the following out loud:
'I want to put salt on my breakfast burrito, 'cause there's no fucking salt in the eggs, but I can't, 'cause I'd feel like a Nazi in here.'
Opting to give in and be the fascist fork-wielder I know lives in all non-vegans, I poured an excess amount of salt while maintaining a level bout with paranoia.
"And this song is called: 'You are a horrible person.' because, well, you are."
