08/04/2024
Tomorrow is our last service.
I used to be a drug dealer.
I used to be an inmate.
And on Monday, I used to own a food truck.
And man, go and tell it, it was a hell of a food truck. We took it to the wall for 3 years. 1000 miles an hour. We made good.
We couldn’t have done it without all ya’ll. Our hearts are bursting with gratitude.
Being real, a lot of us won’t see a lot of ya’ll again, and that’s OK.
Sometimes you shake a hand you’ll never shake again, sometimes you leave a place you’ll never see again. And that’s OK.
Don’t be sad, that’s our job lol.
If you ate, you probably saw my neck tattoo while I was cooking. Some of ya’ll asked what it says.
This seems like a moment to share it with you.
It’s the last paragraph of a story called The Third And Final Continent, written by an amazing woman named Jhumpa Lahiri.
“While the astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly thirty years. I know that my achievement is quite ordinary. I am not the only man to seek his fortune far from home, and certainly I am not the first. Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.”
I used to be a drug dealer.
I used to be an inmate.
I used to own a food truck, and in three years we earned more beautiful moments than we’ve ever deserved.
The fortune of a lifetime.
From all of us, thank you for everything and keep being your amazing selves. Keep reaching your hands out to help the next person.
And if you hear any noise, it’s just me and the boys boppin’
