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First Ride

I grew up surrounded by rich Taiwanese and Hong Kong kids who drove Integras and Supras and RX-7's. Well, maybe not surrounded. There were plenty of normal Canadian Asians in my highschool and university, but the unbearably spoiled ones were damn conspicuous. Maybe it's this that influenced me to get something that, under a dense fog and a few shots of whiskey, might be construed as a sports car. Then again maybe I tried to get a sporty car because it was my first damn car and I was young and dumb(er). It was a 1985 Honda Prelude, white. It was an SE (slow version), not an Si (not as slow), but the people who sold it to us painted the damn bumper white (only available in the Si) so it looked like, well, an ass-ugly Prelude SE with a painted bumper. They were as shady as an Italian in any film depicting 1930's New York and were very, very Russian. They might have been Ukranian, actually. All I knew is they had a thick accent and that far away look that made every day cruelti

Things My 11-Month Old Can Do That Is Unacceptable For 47-Year Old Accounts Manager Brad Diaderod Currently Enjoying a Stopover In Muskegon, Michigan

discover leftovers in folds of clothes, proceed to eat it. with slow, deliberate precision, find an unidentifiable piece of lint on the ground, then contemplatively eat that too. drop Cheerios™ on the ground, one by one. be startled by vacuum cleaners. obsessively hold onto furniture while walking. hesitantly reach out to every dog he sees. giggle uncontrollably for apparently no reason at all. expect strangers to smell his head. eat like Robocop. lean violently away or towards someone, depending on his disposition to that person. cry when sleepy. slowly approach the TV until face is squished against it, ensuring 129% of daily radiation intake. stare at strangers, unblinking, while drooling. continue doing whatever he was doing when others attempt small-talk.

Things I was pretty sure everyone did until I found out no, it was just me.

Thanks metamonk, for the idea. Beat-box to musicals End every order to a waiter with 'etcetera, etcetera, etcetera' Mistake Halloween for Christmas. Flip off crossing-guards. Hold an undying suspicion that peanut brittle is really dehydrated peanut butter. Regularly behead all the Animal Crackers™, make a hunter's trophy room from the box. Pronounce Pterodactyl with a 'p'. Use cowboy placemats. Wonder why everyone on The Office lost their accents. Use the e-brake when braking foot gets tired. Talk to infant son exclusively in the voice of Soundwave. Use CB conventions when using cell phones on the road, over. Think PETA was a celebrity softcore channel. Think Kinkos was something else entirely. Give directions to bus drivers. Play Sudoku with letters. Watch anime muted, with Happy Days audio playing over. Write down favourite bumper sticker slogans. Drink whiskey in the shower (during the summer). Watch the LPGA with the volume cranked. Laugh during Pulp Fiction.