Both hands on the wheel. 10 and 2. Especially in the rain.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Somebody's got a hard on.

It's this guy. And as well he should. He's lost his ladyfriend to his roomate, Big Jon, Crowe, and whoever else might be winning something, somewhere. Imposter, win something. For that, you just might get lucky. It's for your own good. And it will look good on your resume.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

word on the Athen's streets is the Impostor has taken a few new jobs. Crowe's admin assistant, Big Jon's bookie, Emile's mistress translator, and his roommates soigneur.
He figures that he might as well hang around greatness and take their seconds than try and compete any longer.
Word around town is that he's a great wingman, always making his buddie's looking good by comparison.
Shoot, he even told me that he stopped voting for himself in the race polls.
He's a sad sight, if you see him around, give him a hug... and maybe a rubdown if you're feeling extra altruistic.