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By: Fergie
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| Tuesday, 30-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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cam-ra, cam-ra, cam-HEY!!
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would you just look at that mullet!! the REAL joe dirt..
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the LA needle exchange van provides curbside service
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plastic roadkill. is there an orange construction cone heaven?
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mr. cranky pants, the UPS man, delivered my mini-camcorder to the office today.. it's so tiny & cute! (shown actual size) a compact package is a good thing, if you're talking about electronics. just to show off it's spy-like design, my first, official non-test shot was of some dude who works on our block. parking is a complete bitch and a half (for most, i double park in our driveway, turning my parking drama into everyone's logistic nightmare), so we see this guy walking to his car all the time & make fun of his full on crop-top mullet. i mean, come on..a mullet!?! doesn't this man have any friends? i set mini in my office window to take this shot of him, and he never even noticed! then again, he still hasn't noticed the mullet has gone out of style, so it may take him awhile to catch up. wait, was the mullet ever in style, or just a sad trend (like neon-colored ..anything) that gained exposure by the spread of cableTV in the 80s?? someone please tell me how a single decade could spawn such "never again" fashion! my spygame was in full stealth mode when i took an inconspicuous shot of the needle exchange van as i waited at a red light. with the office being smack in the middle of santa monica's tranny row (the side of hookerville where boys wear wigs), the neighborhood should provide an endless supply of "so sad you have to laugh" pics of people far worse off than you or i.. and no, i don't think it's mean to laugh at the misfortune of others. i've been misfortunate. people laughed. then i laughed. let's get one thing straight, if i ever get to the point where i'm so far gone that i not only need clean needles so i can safely shoot chemicals into my bloodstream, but also find myself willing to get them from a van - in broad daylight - on the corner of santa monica blvd during rush hour - then i would be painfully aware of the farce my life had become. maybe next week someone in line for the needle exchange van will come to this conclusion, and i can capture them on mini as they throw themselves in front of a bus.
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