Today I visited the strange city of Ann Arbor. Anyone who lives in Michigan, and maybe some people who don't, know of the city. Yea, it's supposed to be the big cultural center of Michigan.

Fact is, I hate Ann Arbor. Sure, if you're emo, wear a pea-coat, a protestor, starbucks junkie, or a first-semester-college-hippie you fit in great. Unfortunately, I hate all of those things. But Ann Arbor is not really the point of this blog.

Well, I went to Blimpie Burger. If you've seen the show "Dives, Drive-ins, and Diners" (or some bullshit like that) starring the self proclaimed "cool-guy" Guy Fierri, who is possibly the worlds second biggest douche bag (behind Ryan Seacrest), you might know the place. Basically it's an old fashioned burger joint that has the best damn burgers in the world. Sits about 14 people.

Not only is the BB delicious, it's incredibly intimidating. There's a set order for ordering any food, and going out of order can get you chastised, or even kicked out the fucking place.

Think the soup nazi episode of Seinfeld. With Burgers.

I was there for about 20 minutes when I saw them, and blew my mind with badassishness. Yes, that's a word.

What first caught my eye was the guns. Yea there were all packin' serious heat. Next was their beards. All big guys, all bearded, and all with killers' eyes. And all of them had badges hanging on chains around their necks.

These guys were bounty hunters. These guys fulfilled all visions of Star Wars cantinas, of western saloons, all novels of gunslingers. These guys were fucking hardcore.

Being a small town farm boy, I barely see even cops. I had never seen somethin' like this. Everything they did seemed to be scripted from some Clint Eastwood movie. The way they threw down a couple bucks on the table (I wish they would have said "For the mess"), and you could tell they were all comrades in arms. Damn, I wish blimpie Burger had saloon doors. And stereotypical flamenco guitar riff players.

Fuck, Boba Fett had nothing on these guys.