Feelin' the Love for My Hood. For at least one minute.

As my 4 readers know, I've been a little down on my 'hood for a while. This culminated on Sunday morning when going to do laundry, I found human diarrhea on the door to our basement. There was a nice spout from about human ass level sputtering to an enviable blob of shit on the ground. Guess who got to hose that off? Yeah.

Well, today I am loving the neighb. I was doing a little back to school shopping and met a friend for coffee at the one local shop that has outdoor seating. As we're sipping our respective beverages a gun metal gray Sebring convertible pulls into the parking spot directly in front of us, three well dressed African American gentlemen inside. Friend looks at me and says, "Is that, is that Mos Def? It would make sense, that's totally a rental car." We stare as they put up the top, exit the vehicle and neglect to feed the meter. Why, yes, yes it is. And oh, holy hell. The driver of said Sebring is Dave Chappelle. No clue re: random third guy. Why neither of us thought to use our camera phone is beyond me. I told friend, we should write to US Weekly. "Stars, They're Just Like Us: They forget to Feed the Meter." "Um. No way in hell did they forget. They just didn't give a fuck.”

Off to Kauai tomorrow. Wa-hoo!!!!