I can now say with total, complete and utter sincerity that in this town, if a person finds a car that can get them from point A to point B, it's drivable. In my 11 years in L.A. I have seen cars with more duct tape on them than a kidnap victim. I've seen some held together with nothing more than glue and a daily prayer to God that the f*@er will still turn over. The other night, I stopped at a red light and as God as my witness, a man pulled up along side me in a station wagon that could not have been less than 30 years old and with his arm leaning NOT on the driver's side DOOR, but rather the door FRAME, to the point where you could literally see what pants he was wearing.


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