Saturday, February 26, 2005

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

I'm sitting outside at a coffee shop on Magazine Street in Uptown right now, reading a new book I bought by Haruki Murakami. About five minutes ago a Chevy Tahoe drove by blaring the song "Come on Eileen" by Save Ferris. The passenger side window and both of the rear windows were rolled down, with an ass hanging out of each one.