The 101 bites ass. A lot of it. Big round hairy ass.

Okay, so I already posted about the tanker truck which caused my morning commute to be hellish. That truck was still there at 4pm when I got on the freeway to go back home. Only a few feet away from it an upside down van had joined it. I noticed while driving home that the drive from LA into the Valley was just as bad as it was this morning.

Driving home pretty much sucked as well. Not as bad as this morning mind you (I've never seen a traffic jam that bad), but I think that the powers that be have decided to smite the 101 and all who commute on it. Like I said, the way away from LA had the upside down tanker truck and upside down van. But the ride into LA wasn't without it's oddities either. There was an accident which slowed things up. Two SUV's, one compact car. The SUV's looked a little scratched, but all right. The little car . . . well, I don't think I can call it a car anymore. And then closer to home (near Laurel Canyon) there were shards of glass everywhere. The road was covered in broken glass.

You know something, I'm glad I don't have my Mustang GT convertable anymore. Cause if I would have been driving home with the top down there probably would have been a swarm of killer bees waiting for me at my off ramp.

I need to learn how to teleport anywhere I want to go. It would be so much easier than driving. I already know how to teleport to the hospital. You stand in the middle of a room and close your eyes and hold your breath. When you start to feel dizzy, you know it's beginning to work. You'll feel faint and the next time you open your eyes you'll be in the hospital! Occasionally, if you're inexperienced you'll just end up on a bed or couch.