Thursday, September 3, 2009
For those of you keeping track of such things, my car was officially deemed "totaled" today at 4:12 p.m. This follows an unfortunate run I had last week with a poor driver who made an illegal turn. Temp X is fine (as is the jerk who hit me), but Sasha Fierce X isn't. She and her 37 mpg (freeway) will be missed.
Let us take a moment to reflect on the good times we shared: the traffic jams at the Hollywood Bowl, the traffic jams on Santa Monica and, of course, the time I drove Maya Angelou to the Pleasure Chest.
Fold up your pant leg, pour a 40 on your foot and remember Sasha the way she was -- a bland, functioning automobile.
[Note: Wear your seat belt. They seem to work.]
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Topic: Hollywood Narcissism