[dropcap size=big]H[/dropcap]e gave us Basketball Jones and “Dave’s Not Here.”
He offered us “vato lessons.”
He’s endowing SoCal with one of the largest private collections of Chicano artwork.
And… well, we don’t watch Nash Bridges.
But now Cheech Marin wants to feed us. Specifically, the “us” that’s prone to waking up on the couch still irie as fuck at 1 with an uncontrollable need for brisket tacos and ice cream baring potato chips.