The time one of us hollered at some chicks while in traffic on the 101 freeway which led to a drunken party out in Northridge.
The times we always had to get separated when walking in the mall or at an amusement park because we rolled too deep. (We had big, very close group)
The time I had a kick back that summer in high school that turned into an all out party, and I kicked y'all niggas out at 4 AM, only for y'all to return and wake me up at 7 AM to inform me "it was too hot outside" because unbeknownst to me y'all niggas literally slept outside on the curb.
The time we got pulled over by the police for doing donuts on Madison when one of y'all niggas decided to open the door and hang out the car...while still doing donuts in the middle of the intersection. Then with a straight, angry face complain to the officer that he only pulled us over because we were Black. You know you almost got us all arrested, right?
The time we went on a double date and one of y'all niggas took one for the team without complaint. I mean you REALLY took one for the team. You'll always be the MVP for that one. (You know what I mean)
The time when I was driving home from work and had to pull over for a high speed chase, only to recognize the two vehicles involved and it's occupants were indeed y'all niggas. (I got the hilarious story later. Nobody was hurt nor were charges pressed.)
To the times when we were there for each other as we got older. Whether it was to support each other through loss, or to celebrate each other's victories. All of these experiences bonded us all for life. I'll never forget them!
As we get older, many of us move on. We get married and start new families. We start careers outside of the areas we grew up. We have never ending responsibilities that pull us in various directions. Friendships inevitably are affected. Those that know me know how much I value friendships. Regardless of how much time or distance separates us, I always make it a point to keep in touch. Best believe whenever I hear the song by 2pac "If My Homies Call" y'all and all of those memories come flooding back to me with a smile on my face. Every time.
And like the song says:
"If you need, need anything at all
I'll drop it all for y'all, if my homies call"
Anyway on to the review! These chips are incredible! Upon first bite, I get a strong flavor beefy flavor supported by the perfect blend of savory, sweet onion flavor. Almost as if there is steak sauce on the chip without being overpowering. The beef flavor is still the star on this chip. It may be psychosomatic, but I can almost taste the fatty burnt ends of a steak on this chip. Everything from the texture to the perfectly balanced flavors are done with amazing precision. I didn't think I'd like these as much as I did. An excellent chip.
5 outta 5 on the Chip Mack scale
* (Even though we are group of Black, White, and Mexican friends that found a common interest and brotherhood with each other; I've always called y'all my niggas. I don't use that word as much anymore for various reasons, but for us and the intents and purposes of this blog...y'all are my niggas. I know we're all on the same page with that.)