The Side Streets

I went out for a few bourbons last night and had a good time with Timmy and Marty. We went out to the "office,” and had some laughs. It’s good to laugh every once in a while. My favorite bartender was there and he treated me like I was his favorite customer. Big Jim the cowboy got up and sang a song, he flubbed it. I told him he sang great anyway.

I decided to take the long way home to avoid unwanted encounters with the Los Angeles police department. I was nearly two in the morning, and it seemed there was nobody on the streets.

I was sneaking around on side streets when it occurred to me that over the years in an attempt to provide a service of some kind, the city had erected a stop sign at every corner. They’ve done away with the slow sign altogether. It’s all on the shoulders of the stop sign now. I was thinking the city could save a lot of money if the stopped erecting stop signs. They could make a lot of money if they took down the useless signs they had and sold them on the black market. I’d like to mention right about here that the city could save a ton of money if the eliminated the speed bumps that people plow through as well. The asphalt alone is worth millions. It use to be easier to travel in Los Angeles. It was smooth. Not now. It’s all about the break now. Stop and go has an entirely different meaning then it use to,

In my inebriated state I decided that the stop signs were a hindrance to my drive, so I blew through them, cautiously of coarse.