radical sign

Here is a radical metal beer sign of Puerto Rico I saw at the local PR bakery. I realize that I blog a ton about Puerto Rico. In fact, you may be seeing two maps of it right now on depending on how you have this blog set to view! Well it's because I'm from there and because its fucking crazy.

Crazy like buying dyed baby chicks at the supermarket for Easter and then letting them romp around your backyard into roosters. Then them suddenly disappearing and your mother saying "they died of blindess."

Crazy like all the Chinese food restaurants have over the top pornographic names. Rex Cream. Max Cream. And, no joke, Kum War. And they have french fries and ice cream along with the usual fare.

Crazy like a brand of donuts you can only buy from the guy hustling through cars at the red light. But then they start selling them in stores and they are not that good anymore.

Lots of things sold at red lights. Or under highway bypasses. Orchids. Puppies. Mangoes. Pizza.

Crazy like a waterpark because the beach is for poor people.

Owning a gun for the sole purpose of shooting it into the air on New Years Eve.

Crazy like beers at 9am for breakfast. Heinekens. The true beer of PR.

Horse riding down the highway median and every neighborhood being gated albeit you can waive through saying you are a friend.