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» Where is the strangest place you have slept?
After locking myself out
I slept in a grocery cart, in the basement of my apartment.
(Sun 31st Dec 2006, 10:29, More)
After locking myself out
I slept in a grocery cart, in the basement of my apartment.
(Sun 31st Dec 2006, 10:29, More)
» Road Rage
Car vs. Pedestrian. Who wins?
I was walking around downtown LA, about to cross the street at a corner with a crosswalk, and a hick in a dirty 70s 4-banger came barreling down the road and turned right directly in front of me, almost taking my left foot off. I slapped the back of his car -- not enough to cause any damage, just to make an audible indication of how upset I was that he came damned close to hitting me. I had already crossed the street when he got out of his car, hollered at me, shot off a series of unsavory epithets, and threatened to kick my ass inside out and backwards. He kept on telling me to come over to settle the matter, but as far as I was concerned, I already got my message across, so I ignored him. What surprised me about the whole thing was how exaggeratedly angry he was with me -- I mean, the trunk of his already thouroughly decayed heap of a vehicle got a bit of a slap while he came quite close to causing me grievous bodily injury. But that's LA for you -- cars trump bikes and people, and no one seems to care about it at all.
(Fri 13th Oct 2006, 10:04, More)
Car vs. Pedestrian. Who wins?
I was walking around downtown LA, about to cross the street at a corner with a crosswalk, and a hick in a dirty 70s 4-banger came barreling down the road and turned right directly in front of me, almost taking my left foot off. I slapped the back of his car -- not enough to cause any damage, just to make an audible indication of how upset I was that he came damned close to hitting me. I had already crossed the street when he got out of his car, hollered at me, shot off a series of unsavory epithets, and threatened to kick my ass inside out and backwards. He kept on telling me to come over to settle the matter, but as far as I was concerned, I already got my message across, so I ignored him. What surprised me about the whole thing was how exaggeratedly angry he was with me -- I mean, the trunk of his already thouroughly decayed heap of a vehicle got a bit of a slap while he came quite close to causing me grievous bodily injury. But that's LA for you -- cars trump bikes and people, and no one seems to care about it at all.
(Fri 13th Oct 2006, 10:04, More)