Email Of The Year

From my brother.

Received last night.

Please note, when he writes "sarce," he means "sauce." We decided a couple of years at De La Costa in Chicago, while dining, that sauce would be referred to as "sauce."

Also, "cock sarce," is what we call sriracha. It's a thai hot sauce with a rooster on the bottle. Hence, "cock."

I'm quite sure I'll be the only one to enjoy this email. That's alright with me.

Dog, I'm gonna be honest with you here. I'm really gonna have a moment with you. We're brothers, we're best friends, we're almost the same person. I don't know where I'd be without you.

So, all that being the case, I'm gonna bare it all for you right now. Late last week, my throat started hurting. It hurt so bad on Saturday, I didn't even want to eat cause it hurt so much to swallow. I didn't have a fever, stuffy nose- nothing- just a wrecked throat.

Saturday night didn't help at the Papa Roach show when I was screaming the songs the entire time.

Dog, barely had a voice piece yesterday and today. I'm dyin dog. My throat piece is nearing the end of the line. Like a train.

So dog, let me be honest with you right now. I'm gonna bare all and reveal what was probably the dumbest decision of my entire life. Dog, I made myself baked chicken and quinoa tonight for dinner. You know what I slathered on top of my chicken cause I love it so much? You know what I put on top? Dog, I put my new spicy habenero sauce on top. Yep. All over the chicken, Dog. THEN dog, you know what I did next? Cock sarce. All over the quinoa.

Dog. End of the line. Like a train. Dumbest head on earth. But dog, not for nothin, I love that sauce.

Jason Eskin
Tenth Street Entertainment
700 San Vicente Blvd, #G410
West Hollywood, CA 90069
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