I always had this feeling that something

I always had this feeling that something was wrong. Every time I visited my grandparents' home, I noticed how peculiar it was that grandma never cooked. It was as if she

never learned and didn' feel compelled to try it. Maybe Grandpa didn't notice, but my siblings and I did. My younger brother Pete asked Grandma where she got our supper.

Grandma waved her hands mysteriously. "Supper comes from a secret, magical place!" That night we heard her sneak out at midnight. Pete & I tailed her to an alley full of dumpsters.

I hid with Pete as we watched grandma walk down the alley, when all of a sudden, a rumble was heard, and a giant monster emerged from one of the dumpsters. "What do you want?!"

Grandma poked her cane at the one eyed monster repeatedly. She was merciless. This was not my finest hour. I was still hidden with Pete watching from behind the dumpster. What shou

ld we do? It didn't matter at that point. I was laughing my ass off at Grandma, trying my best to stifle myself so that Pete & I wouldn't get caught. The 1-eyed monster fended off

Grandma's cane by grabbing it with its tentacles but she didn't let go. "Tarnation you old coot, Let go this instant!" I guffawed."Shh" said Pete & elbowed me. The cabinet door ope

ra began to chant its ghostly chorus, further adding to the surreal scene, before it was suddenly silenced by a bright flash of darkness. That's the last time I mix hash and

salad and scrambled eggs. The eerie sounds floated across the room. I was three sheets to the wind. I said into the darkness, "Hello?" The darkness said, "Hola." Mexican Dark, OMG!

It reminded me of the time I passed out in Acapulco. I was staying at a hotel where they had filmed an Elvis Presley movie. It was years and many bar shots ago. OMG, Acapulco what