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“…i had troubles yesterday which i have not today.”
24x36” screen print
2011
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One of my homies had his car smashed up by a drunk driver the other night. He was trapped all deep in his car, stuck between the drunk driver’s engine (!!!) and his steering wheel, and because he’s a goddamn thug (see: my friend), he crawled through the window of his car, waited for the drunk driver to get arrested, and then WALKED TO THE CLUB. Because my boy is not going to miss a night out at the damn club.
So cut to today, the insurance company he’s with is like, “I dunno, we can’t do anything,” and he had to track down the drunk driver’s info through the LAPD and they’re like, “Oh yeah, we can’t do anything either. This guy may not even have enough insurance to cover the cost of your totaled vehicle.”
And for real? That is so fucked up. It is so fucked up what insurance companies and careless humans can do to real, hardworking people.
And to get back at them, I have rented my homie and I towncar for the evening and we’re going to pop bottles and drive around and eat lobster and crazy exotic fishes and things because I have had some good fortune this year and this particular friend has been in the trenches with me when all I had was a mean dog and a piece of string to cover my private parts and the loaded weapon that is MY BRAIN.
But for real: Don’t be a fuckin’ drunk asshole and drive your car in to shit. Get good insurance, pay as much as you can. You never know what’s going to happen to you. And if life should present you with the opportunity to crawl through the a car window that’s practically on fire and shit, you need to get your ass to the club.
We checked… It’s real.
Happy Sunday.
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