Let them eat exhaust...

Imagine, if you will, a commute home along Santa Monica Boulevard. Palm trees. Angry drivers. Pinkberries.

Now conjure up in your mind the image of a pink Marie Antoinette costume:


Now add a little old Chinese guy wearing said outfit. Riding a pink scooter.

Yeah.

That was my drive home on Thursday.

LA is trying to impress me with its own brand of crazy

Yesterday I was driving home and noticed the Jeep in front of me had a painted spare tire cover.

It was a small picture of a Pegasus, flying through a rainbow surrounded by soft, fluffy clouds ...

holding a gun.