R.I.P. Dan's Grill2004 - 2006
Before adorning teeth with jewelry became the trendy thing to do, years before Nelly had everyone singing tribute to dental decoration, back when your choice of grill was limited to Weber or Kenmore, Dan had a grill. And although the grill was born in a rundown strip mall in Fremont, CA, its lustrous gold and brilliant diamonds seemed to have been mined from heaven itself. To all who came to know it, there was no doubt that this was no ordinary grill.
Accentuation, illumination, inspiration, intimidation -- all were the province of the grill. When called upon to perform, it sparkled like a million celestial bodies, diamonds shining with such vigor onlookers risked permanent blindness if they stared for too long. But despite the danger, who could look away? Not I.
The grill demanded your attention the way that a vintage automobile or an attractive women does. And all were powerless to resist it. The shine alone caused men to turn green from envy, and women to grow weak from desire. Be you gangster, homeless crack addict, or promiscuous female, a close encounter with the grill inevitably left you changed, convinced that, though the world is often an ugly, unforgiving place, it can also be divinely beautiful at times.
So, pour out a little liquor for your fallen comrade, who brightened lives while never asking for anything more in return than a chance to be seen.
Grill, you will missed for all time, but never more than in Vegas this weekend.
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