Vision, the reigning champ is still Joey Chestnut. He's only lost once since 2007. Last year he cleared seventy dogs on buns. I'd need my stomach pumped at about six. And Adams Morgan wasn't too terribly bad. Twenty five years ago. The food there was fantastic. I tried things I'd never heard of, and I was probably dating everyone but WASP ladies at the time. And we had this 'homeless' guy there. Tall, skinny black dude by the name of Jacques, or Francois, or some French sounding name. Guy was always dressed to the nines. Made his living by 'holding' parking spaces on Columbia Road for people on the weekend. We knew each other by name. If I was just staying overnight, I'd slip him a ten spot, then he'd wait until someone pulled out from the restaurant/nightclub district, and he'd literally jump into the spot and 'hold' it until I came back around the block. Guy was no scam artist, his word was as good as gold, to a fault. If I was going to live in sin for the whole weekend, I'd slip him a twenty. I bet he was making upwards of a grand for three days' work, which explained the fine threads that were out of my pay grade. The usual beat cops would come by and hassle him, but the second their tail lights disappeared, he was right back at it. It was a good arrangement at the time. There was never any trouble back in those days. Now, I don't even recognize my own country anymore. It went full-on, batshit crazy while I wasn't looking.
