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A little story from my night.

I’m driving west on Rt 2 in Mass in my imola yellow VW GTI around 7:50pm. I stop at the red light at Crosby’s Corner. Two lanes turn left, I’m in the rightmost lane aka the slow lane. A beat to shit truck pulls up next to me with a flannel wearing old man driving. He’s looking over at me like he wants to chat. The Smiths come on the shuffle, and I’ll gladly turn it up to rock out a bit. Hands tapping on the wheel, I’m getting into it. No singing, or mouthing words, but I’m into it.

The light is about to turn green when he revs his engine. Now maybe it was just his engine getting wound up, preparing to go, but I’m almost sure he’s revving his engine at me. At this point, two thoughts simultaneously go through my head.

1) “Ok, let’s do this.”
2) “Is this old man joking?”

So I give him a little head start and before going past the gas station, I’m already 10 feet beyond him. A few hundred yards down the road, I pull into his lane to pass an 18 wheeler. We go through the green light for rt 126 and head to the next light. The one at Bridge St is red, turning green. I get in the left lane to go left, and he passes by me going straight.

As he passes me, he yells out the window, “FAGGOT!”

This old man obviously called it like it is. So here are my theories on how he came to this conclusion:

1) Only homosexuals drive yellow cars.
2) Only homosexuals can drive better than him.
3) Listening to The Smiths is for homosexuals. He obviously knew who Moz is. He may not be a Suede Head, but he knows.
4a) Wearing an x-rated swatch is a key indication of homosexual tendencies.
4b) The man saw my watch when the Second, Minute and Hour hand were forming a ‘Y.’ The Minute hand on 10, The Second hand on 2, The Hour hand on 7. “XY” yeap.
5) He noticed I had a tail light out. Yelling “Faggot!” was code word for “Your left tail light is out.”

I’m guessing #5 is the actual reason. I may never know, though.

So here’s to that guy. I present to you the soundtrack for “being called a faggot by an old man in a truck while driving an imola yellow gti.”

I hope you enjoyed.

According to this ebay auction, I’m a professional tongue stuffer. How about that?

If you can’t remember what I’m talking about, read this.

Please welcome the newest member of the How’s Your Edge family, Tucker.

Boston Terrier / Black Lab mix. 37 lbs according to his papers. He came from the Second Chance Animal Shelter in Brookfield, Mass. Great facility, great staff. We’re psyched.

The Nike Air Max. Amazing shoe, great concept. The am87 is one of my all time faves. I’d be hard pressed to choose between a nylon tongued dunk and an air max 87. Here’s the latest pickup. Air Max 1996. Or one of the air maxes from 96 as it doesn’t look like the usual Air Max 96. You know, the shark toothy looking one. This one reminds me more of a Burst. If you have any info, hit me up.

Just needs a little magic eraser. Then they’ll be good to go. Not bad for an eleven year old sneaker.

After some investigation (good old google), I have determined they are Air Burst 2s.

AIR BURST 2
604055-141
WHT/MIDNT NV/LT ZN GRY/VRSTY RED

Dope. If my conversion is correct, these shoes are being sold for $140 in DS condition. Not bad for a $15 ebay pickup.

Ps. My wife described them as “goofy football cleats.” What does she know?

Here are some interesting sites I saw today while walking the dog.

I thought this was a dude with a weird hat, but Melissa correctly identified it as a stickman with a giant blunt. Note the sweet throwup above it has 420 incorporated in it. Melissa can read graffiti like a pro. Wooster Collective, here’s a gem! Oh ps, this is on the back of an elementary school. Weak.

There is an older couple up the street that have green thumbs. They are pros with the garden, but not so good with lawn maintenance. Hell, who am I kidding? My lawn is green, but is mostly crab grass. This flower was nice though. I’ve never seen cotton rope used to hook a stalk to a stake. It doesn’t seem very handy, especially when wet. The flower looks DOPE regardless.

Briggs did not stop to smell it. Sometimes he does. He rules.