Thursday, October 30, 2008

Dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down

I always feel like a badass when I drive through the bad parts of Newark.  I think, "Yeah, I'm not afraid.  I'm not scared to die.  I'm tough.  Maybe they will quiz me on rap history and decide not to kill me because I'm so incredibly cool."
Then I get home and when I reach for the handle to get out of the car, I discover that, sometime during the course of my drive, I've locked the door.