You had best be awake when you mash the firewall. The transformation from “automatic Datsun coupé” to “Porsche-Slaying Maniac” is instantaneous. The downshifts become harder.

The upshifts become brutal. The acceleration is relentless. The braking is merciless. Cornering in this car actually hurts, it DOES hurt; more so if you had a heavy lunch involving numerous tacos and several cans of chilled soft drink in the baking California heat like yours truly.

While the car goes like it was launched by a giant rubber band and stops like it has hit a tree, it is through the turns that its ability beggars belief.

i decided to read it tonight - I laughed out at a dinner table in a restaurant somewhere south of the sahara. I didn't care! by the way ... WHAT'S WITH THE HATS? SIKUWAHI PEWA HIYO MEMO BUT I SEE MOST OF MY RELAZ AND THEIR RELAZ DONNING SOME. BROWN HATS...
it had a few self reflection sombre points - we really move on quick. could it explain the fact that most kyuks are either fervent christians or drunkards? we may need a shrink. by the way - that "crying on the inside" stuff is real! no one except small babies and people who had not been there for the matangaz shed tears (I have shed my own share of tears but away from the public eye). I loved the article.

by the way - the photos question? what I have obsevered is that the closest kin of the deceased keep them -hutapata yako! they have videos as well. when people visit you are given a whole bunch of albums and there is a discussion as you wait for food to cook. funeral photos are also taken coz they are like the surest way of getting to know who your 3rd cousin on your mother's side is. you get to meet many people with your names or variations of your names. photos of these people are kept.

The 3-am Man

And if you are a teetotaler, you are missing out on one beautiful phenomenon; you will die not knowing how loud a microwave is at 3am. And that’s a crying shame.

The 3-am Man

The 3-am Man