Today will be in the upper 80's here in LA with premium gas priced at $2.13 gallon. I don't think I've seen gas prices like these since I was a child in the 70's. Back then, there was a huge gasoline shortage and there were certain days that you can buy gas. During those days, cars would be lined up 20-30 cars back from the station and my friend and I would tug this little red wagon with lemonade to sell people while they waited in the dreaded summer heat. Lucrative no? It was safer back then, for 2 girls around age 9 or 10 to be able to walk along this dirt sidewalk with a red wagon filled with styrofoam cups and ice cold lemonade and talking to strangers in their cars.

I don't remember how much we sold each cup for but then again, I don't think I got a very big cut out of this business either. If I were to do something like that today, I think I would need to be armed with Starbucks, mace and a machine gun because it's just not a lemonade world out there anymore.

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I've decided to post a picture everyday regardless of what it is to incorporate something visually stimulating here...and yes, that means even a shot of my foot in those plastic chinese sandals from HK on a squash of some sort. Needless to say, if there are pics that pertains to a certain topic, I will post those instead of these really haphazard ones about absolutely nothing. Doesn't every Chinesey family have sandals like that in the garden? You know, one that's a giant size so that everyone's foot can fit in it? I think these are my dad's but I just wore them to go in the yard without stepping in my dog's shit mines.

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Here in LA, you just can't help but be stuck in traffic and unfortunately most of the time, it's due to some horrific accident up ahead or on the other side of the freeway. When my car finally crawls toward the accident scene I never look. Call me weird superstitious of just plain ole funky but I just don't look at the accident. I abhor viewing ambulances, body bags, twisted metal that was supposed to have once been a car but now looks like those shiny bag twisters, those jaws of life, colors of the siren and blood turning black as it oozes and meshes with the paved roads. It all etches such a bad feeling inside.

I wonder why people can't be better drivers. Why can't they drive slower. Why they can't drive sober. Why is there road rage in the first place. Why do we have to live in this society like this. Just because we got seatbelts, super duper airbags, side impact beams and all that crap doesn't mean shit if we don't drive responsibly.

I never look because I imagine it could very well be me in that pile one day. <knocking on wood>

Man, it's *such* not a lemonade world out there anymore.

I'm out.

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