I remember I went to get 2 tires that morning. Kumho 711, size 215/45 17. I'd gotten 2 for the front two weeks earlier, so the first time in 3 cars I was sporting a full set of ONE kind of tire at all 4 corners and happily on my way. Then I went to work, did 4 hours of overtime. AT&T Wireless was not allowed to see me on a Saturday for anything south of $20something an hour, I was SERIOUS about that shit. Jesse, Jessica, Jerome, Jenna and Josh were all in town for Father's Day, I spent the afternoon trying to learn Jessica to drive 5-speed, and I am willing to bet that now -- 6 years, 2 months and 2.5 weeks later -- she still can't do it... I'm a shitty teacher when my student is not picking up what I am putting down.
Anyway. We cooked out at the house, but I had planned to meet with Roger, Brandon and Jason at Celebration Station that evening, then another cookout and party at Ryan's , so following a good grilled meal with fam and a few beers, I went to Celebrati…
Don't judge me, I actually owned a box Caprice once...
Back to the task at hand, we were talking about a 1987 Chevy Caprice:
Survey the contents of the packaging:
Engine and door panels installed:
One-piece front seat, nothing more:
Black or chrome, black or chrome?:
Let's go with black, mount some tires on them and load them up with brakes:
Put the exhaust on:
Slide the body on the frame and take pics:
Now GET BACK IN THAT BOX!!!:
Also, make note that this one is slammed and on what appear to be equivalent to 20" wheels, not raised and cooned up on 28". If I was to get another Caprice, this would be close to what it is, only not this color.
“this orgy ain’t fun
(if only I’d have known how prophetic those words would become)
The funny thing
about the government getting involved in shit is how quick they are to complain
about the media meddling in shit while pretending not to know that the media is
the VERY official but unstated fourth branch of the government.
But let them be the one driving the narrative and the media
they just hated are their best fucking friends.
I got shook down
and, let’s face it, robbed by two rogue FBI inspectors who quite apparently
entered no paperwork on their interaction with me as they tried to get my
source of income and not do what was right by the American people as far as
national security goes. And I KNOW I was
… at least I know now. When I was at it, all I knew is that I was
trying to make the best of a bad situation of my own design. Domestic and international laws were really
the least of my concerns.
I should probably meet Santa again
on Christmas …