Monday, September 13, 2010

his-panic...


...so my buddy is on the road in Texas, rolling thru the great coastal city of Galveston. besides the fact that you could get killed over a bag of skittles in that Godforsaken-beyond the thunderdome town, there are amazing scenarios like this lil' gem, above.

looks like this particular ex-con is experiencing muscle atrophy from his days of being in solitary that he has to cop a ride on his girlfriend's scoot on her way to work to cleaning at the La Quinta. (p.s. La Quinta means, "next to IHOP", in spanish).

and i thought i was f'kn lazy...


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