saying no to a 1995 Volvo

So, we went to the place formerly known as Carson Mobil where "Rick" was selling the 95 Volvo, supposedly driven by his big brother or dad, Jordan, who must have used a ton of aftershave and smoked even more, because the interior reeked of that. Reminded me of the Seinfeld episode in which he couldn't get his stinky car stolen, even when he left it parked with the keys in the ignitiion, which reminds me of Koklich, but that's another story.

And the driver's seat sorta sank. Drove okay. Russell, our Volvo mechanic, sealed the deal, said it was overpriced ($5,500) and had defective doors! Pass, in a big way.

At midnight, Alin Paper, the former Albertson's at Carson & Woodruff burned. Suspicious, Alin ain't talking.

In the past, I've published r&b interviews on various pages which I'll begin printing here.

My friend, the Wagmanblues.com, is meeting resistence to his backyard blues concerts/parties, neighbors don't like live amplified music, imagine that.

Tonight, we'll be seeing Moore's Farenheit 911, and I'll publish a review tomorrow. Hope it's funny, elsewise, it would be too depressing.