Went to Keller’s tonight for burgers and a cold beer. (If you live in D/FW and haven’t been yet, shame on you) It was a typical Saturday night there. ’56 Vettes, ’48 Fords, and a sweet little green Shelby Cobra was parked next to Kelly’s Honda while we ate burgers and tots.

The best part? Keller’s is one of those dumps that attracts every form of life known to man. Mexican, and poor black gang-bangers, real scooter trash, Asian mob wannabees, and white chicks without a single tooth in their heads. This place is in one of the seedier parts of Dallas, but we had a blast checking out the rides and people, and even felt safe the entire time.

Was it because I was packin’ my .40 cal.? Nope, I wasn’t packing a damn thing. It’s because at Keller’s, everybody else is packing heat and nobody here is stupid enough to start a gunfight.

Later.