WWBD?

WWBD?

What Would Bourdain Do?

Anthony Bourdain, you son of a b*tch, i love you so f*ing much.

as i deliriously stroll about in my wanderlust,

i sometimes pause and say "What would Bourdain do?"

and before the editor swoops in to alter my gut response, i say out loud,

"...his producers would know, because they give him his itinerary."

i could be shamefully incorrect, and maybe Bourdain IS Bourdain IS Bourdain,
and decides what he decides because he decides it.
on the spot.
off the cuff.
on a whim.
by the hair of his chin-y chin chin.

that guy is a bada**.
from the salt and pepper on top, slide down skinny jeans, cowboy boots
and cigarette to boot. . .you m*tha f*cka!

namaste, Anthony Bourdain.
may i be fortuitously blessed by seeing you in a cafe one of my traveling days.