"The Demographic of This Restaurant is The Morbidly Obese and Children." And A Video.

Hello:
Last week, I was visiting CiCi's Pizza with my cousin, Rafael. It was the Cici's Pizza on I-635 and Audelia Road. It is a restaurant tucked into an ugly shopping center.
The eating experience was so-so.

There were a few children running around us, as we were eating. There were a few chubby people.

I asked Rafael what he was thinking, to which he replied: "I was just thinking that the demographic of this restaurant is the morbidly obese, and children."

I looked around...

I could not argue with him. It was true.

For no other reason than I was thinking of this song a couple of weeks ago, and I could not get it out of my head, here is a hit from, I believe, 1991.

The Detroit (Uh Oh... Detroit AGAIN) rapper, named Eric Breed, has died since then. He also went by MC Breed.

The song is "Ain't No Future In Yo Frontin'"


Practice "Guilt Free" reading of this blog.

Goodbye,
Alice
(ndh)

I heard the song Breathe (2 a.m.) by Anna Nalick about four days ago.
Since this lyric stuck in my head, I am posting it:
"Life's Like an Hourglass, Glued To The Table."
Life is like an hourglass, but no need to panic about it!

(Again, this blog is not meant to be politically correct. The point is that I write honestly, and I tell just the facts, ma'am.)