Back to Azle, Where the Nachos Grow Cold
But Cindy Casares did manage to catch up with the owner of the house -- "Mike," just "Mike" -- who she found sitting in his car in his driveway fondling a Styrofoam container of nachos. They spoke for an hour. Gawker'er Richard Lawson, however, highlights the most interesting part of the interview: "There was some dark, interesting story being hinted at with the garbled urinal anecdote, but alas, it's receded back into the brush." Nonetheless, it will haunt your dreams.

































