I get a lot of snail mail from ustedes--praise and scorn, books and lewd photos, rants and raves. But it wasn't until earlier this week that someone sent me an honest-to-goodness bag of shit.
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It wasn't sent to the Weekly world headquarters, or even my P.O. Box, but rather the offices of the Eugene Weekly, which carries my ¡Ask a Mexican! column--surprising, since I always figured the college town was lefty central save those nasty Nazis at the University of Oregon. I appreciate the excrement token, o anonymous sender who tried to pretend that the MEChA chapter at the University of Oregon sent it to the Eugene alt-weekly--but why not directly to my office? Horse manure makes great compost!
Picture after the jump!
FUNNY! Now, let the jokes begin stating the reader merely sent me a copy of my life's work...