Saturday, May 7
Crash into me
When I said I wanted to take more pictures, this wasn't what I had in mind.
I mean, what the fuck, people? What kind of evil curse has been placed on my baby car? What are the chances that the wicked wind we've been having here in Boston would pick just the right draft in order to separate the window from the house in order to best crash down upon my car? It's not right, goddammit. It's not right. I guess I should be happy that the fall didn't break my windshield and, you know, only gouged the fuck out of my hood.
posted @ 11:59 AM |