thanks bro. i actually took this pic a day or two after i got the car. it has since been tinted (very lightly, of course, cuz this car don't need no distracting visual elements).

 

and my post likes you, my friend.

 

thanks brother, but i'm a lover not a poet.

 

none from my work, henster, but here's a recent one that pretty much captures what i'm talkin' 'bout.

 

sheeyaaat, negro. you'se a cold hearted muthafacka.

 

thanks, brother.

kubrick. i wish he had lived to make a commercial for the G35 where the car'd suddenly gain consciousness and try to run down people who attempted to mod it.

 

hahahaha

 

you know what's incredibly ironic? i actually got my first door ding from a Mexican janitor, but one who works for my condo rather than my work. lol

but who gives a sheeyat. it's just a car. as soon as LA gets bombed it'll be gone anyway.

 

aww come on dawg, you mean to tell me you don't enjoy sucking exhaust in an 8-mile line underground as an illiterate parking attendant paws curiously over a ticket stub five floors above you?

 

i aim to please, VP. glad you liked it.

 

all i gotta say is....Bill the Butcher was the best goddamn thing about Gangs of NY.

 

Crash had its moments, Mikey, but it was definitely overblown. LA residents are simply not thoughtful enough for every word to spew out of our holes to be about race relations.

I prefer Magnolia, or Short Cuts. goddamn terrific flicks. (although, i dunno what dreamworld Altman lives in where only white folks live in LA. lol)

 

sheeyat. if they do that, i'll pay them to run a J-train on your girlfriend.

 

Nice write-up.

 

why jay! how nice of you. thank you.