Today’s soundtrack: let me get back
Today at 12:02pm: comedy short film meeting with Wendy


Drove upstate to see Ma and Pa for Father’s Day.

J’ever see Father’s Day, the mid-90s Dennis Miller/Robin Williams movie? In the beginning Robin Williams goes “For years I’ve thought about killing myself...it’s the only thing that’s kept me going.”

I saw it when I was living in Japan, sometime after Month Six when I grew desperate to hear English and would rent any damn American movie from the local video store. I saw Great White Hope, Desperate Measures, Man in the Iron Mask, all kinds of awful shit.

A good movie I stumbled upon by accident was Fresh. Giancarlo Esposito put in his best performance since Do The Right Thing and the little kid was spot-on.

Today on FDR Drive I made a small physics discovery: Listening to Led Zeppelin’s “Rock and Roll” at high volume while driving a car will make your right foot heavier. I think it doesn’t matter what kind of car.

I made short work of the traffic until I hit that straightaway after 42nd Street, and then in the mirror I caught a glimpse of this flat, yellow, angry thing buzzing up on me like a hornet:

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I think it’s a Lamborghini, no? Crazy-lookin’ thing, I could practically see exclamation points coming off the top of it.

I knew Love was from Jersey (peep the plates) ‘cause there’s no way he keeps this bitch in the city. FDR Drive is smoother now than it once was but it’s still no chocolate cream pie. The bottom of this car would be scraped up like the guardrail at the end of the Brooklyn Bridge.

After a half-hour of driving, concrete and glass turned to brown trees and grass, and then I saw this:

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I think it’s a Dodge Charger, no? Check out the crazy C-pillar and total lack of a B-pillar. And look at the door, it’s a perfect rectangle. They don’t make ‘em like this no more, no sir. The driver kind of looked like Randy Couture.

I guess if this guy raced the Lambo he’d lose, but if the two drivers had a fistfight in the parking lot of a diner my money would be on Mr. Dodge.

Dodge, as in Get the fuck out of.

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Who do you believe:
Me, or the Nigerian ex-diplomat who’s going to make you rich?