Then one day the construction stopped, and Burrito Guy disappeared. Soon I heard from my buddies at the tire shop that he wasn't even in town anymore. All I know is that I was addicted to those burritos. It was either quit cold turkey, which was unthinkable, or learn how to make my own chorizo. It's been probably 10 years since the Burrito Guy left town, but I still get my fix, putting up a healthy supply of the spicy, smoky sausage every year from a good portion of whatever deer, elk or antelope ends up in my freezer.