Two Things....
..to complain about in this entry.
complaint number A:
Last night i noticed two things as i was driving to and from hollywood. the first thing was that it was Labor Day. Now....i understand this IS a holiday. But, has anyone noticed that LA already has crazy/shitty/out-of-control/i-own-the-freeway/moody drivers? well, on a holiday, that attitude is multiplied by 4983503984509345803984095385. and the Asshole Factor rises exponentially. (i dont know, maybe that's me that notices it). i almost died 4 times last night because people just HAD to be in THEIR spot on THEIR freeway and THEIR canyon. fuckin idiots...toyota tacomas were not built to exceed speeds more than 70 mph. im sorry, they arnt race cars....
complaint letter 2:
the second thing was that i finally came to a realization. every time i have seen a fuckin Mustang or Mustang GT (both are shitty, and very stock) the person inside thinks they can do whatever they want. they can go as fast as they want, they can be as big of a dick they want. the last time i checked, the statistics on my huge as blazer could beat their ass in a 1/4 mile. but that does not give me permission to go and be a dick on the road. i dont know who gave them the bright idea that this was ok. only a person with such privilege to drive a car such as the Porche 911 or GT2 or Carrera GT or any other car of that status is given permission to be an asshole on the road. This is because they not only spent the money, but also because they have a very nice car that deserves the chance to be driven to its potential...it can handle it. they are allowed to cut people off, and lay rubber when the light turns green, and run yellow/pink lights. all because they wont hit your car when they cut you off (they would already be 2 miles ahead of you when they were finished), they will be able to out drive and spank any cop that tries to pull them over, and they will be going so fast at the intersection, the stupid camera would be too slow to take their picture. The mustang....not so much.
anyway, that's it for that.
...much love