i however, will look back upon this date as the day in which i discovered my neighborhood's redeeming characteristic.
it's not the posters announcing the release of i am me, because that totally harshed my sukkot rejoicing.
it's not the heavily promoted "doom", or the once-was-emo stylings of weezer. and while i love me some dave grohl, it's not the foo either. (rhyme! do i get points for that? i better.)
it's pretty simply really. a short distance west of my aztec dancer infested home is this:
i mean, it brings up a few questions, like what exactly makes them "mo better," and which animal does "meaty meat" come from, but i'm pretty sure this *is* the reason people move here. who could resist?
i apologize for the quality of the picture, but there's only so much a girl can do with one hand on the steering wheel and the other gripping the stem of her martini glass. one pothole and those fuckers just break right off.
just kidding! i don't drink and drive. i reserve the commuting time for my other vices, like road head, huffing glue and keeping my right arm elbow deep in a bag of apple rings. ahh, the good things in life.