Tequila dreams

I was back in my old neighborhood in Hollywood. One of my neighbors was do_not_lick and he was going to sell me his car. He kept disappearing, though, and people in the street told me he was too busy concocting an elaborate revenge on his landlord involving apartment destruction, and wouldn't likely be around to get me the car. I was worried that I'd never get it.

Finally it turned out that the car was across town and I'd have to take the damn bus to it. I was kind of mad. Meanwhile a woman on the street kept accosting me and asking me to try her new Crab and Garlic Pretzels, which were in a # shape and very special. I kept telling her "I can't taste the crab. It's all garlic."

The car I was trying to buy was almost identical to jonpants' Firebird, except a bit older.

Y i k e s

Someone went amok in the Albertson's in Irvine with a sword and killed two people. Eep.

Seriously hiding behind the beeramid now.

whack

Plus the announcers were totally insane

I had a good time at the Pomona Raceway on Saturday with jonpants and the_silent_one. Thanks Jon for driving us all over Southern California! And being our Tour Guide to the World of Vintage Drag Racing.

My photos did not turn out so well, but I got two short movies with the Canon: Hemi Under Glass at night and Night Top Fuel Run.

Top fuel drag racing, even the vintage stuff we were watching, is insanely loud. My ears itched. But Jon is right, nitro smells good. It smells like.. SUBLIMATION.

I can't remember most of the nonsense the increasingly insane announcers spewed. The one guy just kept saying "boing boing boing boing boing" or "Happy happy happy happy" like an echolalic Ed McMahon. Very odd.