Shitty Van

I just bought an '83 Chevy van for Burning Man. The interior is all moldy and stinky. It is so funky, apparently, that my hedgehog was more interested with the smell of my pants than the beetles that I had put on the floor in front of him. He chewed on my pants and then frothed on himself.

For those who don't know, hedgehogs like to find stinky or otherwise nasty things and taste them then froth and lick themselves. They do this because they have a really high poison tolerance and the act makes them undesirable as food.

Fucking with people is better than honking.

So I was on the freeway a couple of days ago, and there was this woman in a VW who kept wandering into my lane. Instead of honking, I decided to creep up along side her and drift to the edge of my lane. My orange Mercedes is particularly well suited to this task. She noticed and moved over.

I've also noticed people downtown who don't even look both ways when stepping out in front of my car. To educate them on their stupidity I will wait a second longer and come to a screeching halt frighteningly close to the pedestrian. Maybe the next time they will look both ways.

Honking still has its uses, but for education, fear is better.