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I have come to dub this the Demonwing. |
Post and photos by the Hawthorne Hawkman, photos of Jeff Skrenes/Hawkman contributed.
We all have our little quirks. For instance, Ed Kohler over at the Deets has his obsession with the presentation of hotel toilet paper at various locales. In a way that's more connected than one might initially think, my fixation happens to be with the hottest pepper on the planet, the ghost pepper. (Although I've heard that the Trinidad scorpion pepper is both hotter and has a more badass name, I've yet to encounter one available for consumption.)
In the top photo, fellow former NoMi resident, poet, and blogger Bryan Thao Worra and I shared several orders of ghost pepper wings at the Lowry Cafe as part of his going away party. For the first time, I actually SENT THE WINGS BACK because even though they were spiced with these peppers, they simply weren't hot enough for a Laotian, a Latino dude, and a white boy with taste buds of steel. That may not have been the wisest move, because later...