Peace, love and taco grease!

I remember first seeing him on tv. His golden bleached spikes. His flaming Hawaiian shirt. That sexy scruffy beard. My heart felt as if it was being ripped out of my chest. It was not a feeling of pain but rather need. I needed to see him in person to find where my runaway heart was leading me. And see what this food enthusiast had planned for my heart. Would he make it a quick snack and throw it away after he's done? Or will he forever dine with me at the restaurant of love~? Only time will tell.