3:12am Breakfast.

There's only one thing more paradisiacal than getting head from two women (who may or may not have been former playmates-of-the-year) while burning some new 275/35ZR18 Yokohamas driving through heavy traffic. That one thing is stopping after the fact, and having the glistening girls ask if I'm hungry, before proceeding to pouring a few lines on their chests. It's especially riveting when you're at a light with the top down, and some couple who were "that dandy duo" back in the 50's shield their eyes, while leaving small slits inbetween their digits to feed their curiosity.

I'm not sure why they were parallel to me at the top of the morning, especially so deep in their senectitude, though I suppose given the circumstances, I'm not one to pass judgement. Aside from the fact that my ride is italian, and theirs is from some small factory in Kansas.