Chronic Tacos (A small addiction)

We have an addiction, you see. An addiction for Chronic tacos.

We were heading out the door the other night when the owner stopped us.

"Wait, you guys," he said, "I have something for you guys." He disappeared to the back as Jake and I stood curiously nearby. The owner is this funny guy that we've became friends on during the last couple of times we've come in. (We tend to make a lot of friends while we're together whether it's owner of skate shops, restaurants, or elsewhere).

When the owner came back he presented us with a couple of stickers.

Jake's face is blacked out in this picture because this is the night he decided to make terrifying faces in every picture I take of him. See, this is what you get when you do that.