I thought today was a sign that I was destined, not to Heaven, but to the lower parking lot. I accidentally kicked a piece of garbage at a woman in a walker today. And I did it while smoking a cigarette in a New York City Marathon shirt. But I’ve just been proven otherwise. Tonight I saw the most amazing car, the most souped-up contraption of metal, I’ve ever seen. I don’t of course have a photograph (yes, I’ve lost my fourth iphone 4, and am anxiously awaiting the release of the new one), but I do have the ability to type, and will do my best to describe it.
To begin with, I thought this vehicle been in an accident, as the entire front hood was glistening with laser-cut metal layers stacked together in waves, and I had initially processed the visual as a crushed front end. These free standing waves began at the windshield, and continued their journey to the front grill, where a small silver statue of a wizard stood. Yes, a wizard. Complete with staff and rhinestone eyeballs. Under the car snaked numerous tubes of light, all of which seemed to give off the essence of Times Square gone wrong. On the door of the passenger side was a custom paint job done by some grafitti novace, and on the door of the driver’s side was the exact color inverse. The trunk in comparison was a bit bare, but upon closer inspection, one found the license plate lined in LED lights with the letters BABYDRM on it.
I seriously cannot make this stuff up. I left my business card under the wipers, hoping the owner would contact me. Because I need a photo of the owner next to this car. Like, I NEED it.
