I like spicy things. I eat spicy things all the time. One time maybe 10 years ago I ate a “stinger” pie from a pizza place. It was a pizza with hot peppers and hot pepper oil. It was so spicy and so so good.
The events that occurred in the next 24 hours were something to behold. I was sitting on the toilet, sweating, shaking, and making my peace with God. It was an all day event. Full throttle.
Since then, my intestinal fortitude has been severely diminished. I have to be careful about eating things too spicy or it will mess me up. It’s like I built up a thick intestinal lining over years and years, and this one event tore down the walls. They were blasted out.
Life has not been the same.






Your mom’s bulging cans are pretty bueno.