Okay, last Bill Simmons quote before I stop forever:
On Thursday, I broke my longstanding "Never drive to Anaheim for any reason" rule to catch four first-round games with my friend Lewis. Anaheim might only be 35 miles from L.A., but it usually takes between two and five hours to get there thanks to a hideous deathtrap called the "5," the interstate everyone is forced to take from Los Angeles when you're driving to Disneyland, Angels games, Ducks games, Commerce Casino or the Center of Hell. You couldn't even call it "traffic" on the I-5. It's more like a meandering, overheated crawl, only with the remnants of major accidents every two or three miles and the added bonus that a truck might just decide to drive over your car. Remember the abandoned, bomb-infested highway that Snake Plissken navigated at the end of "Escape From New York"? That highway was less dangerous and more scenic than the I-5. I hate the I-5. Have I mentioned that I hate the I-5?
Hope you're having a hoot about this. If you live off the 5, I'm sorry. Not sorry for the comment, but sorry because you live off the 5.
Finally, the hidden blog. Very entertaining stuff, but let's see some more frequent posting. Many people are depending on you to help them get through the grind of the work day.
ReplyDeleteyou and...melis and grace? haha. i'll see what I can do.
ReplyDeleteoh yes, and please don't judge about the "Song for Right Arm" . :0) This is a non-judgemental place. haha
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