CHiPs

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I really hate the fact that I don't have a lot of stupid stories to relate to you all week after week. One might think that LA would offer a plethora of ridiculous anecdotes, but as I'm living and working on the westside and hardly ever straying from it, I'm afraid it's usually AC posting "vintage" Venue Announcements. Whatever ... some of them (the ones he reposts) were kinda funny.

So to give you a fresh one, here goes: I was biking home as usual, when a little pickup pulled out well in front of me, but not too far to not read the license plate: "CHI DOG" I thought, cool! I LOVE Chicago-style hotdogs. Dude must too, or he'd not pony up for the custom tags.

Seems he either didn't know his way around the neighborhood too well or was the only motherfucker in LA who wasn't in a hurry because I caught up with him. I yelled, "Is CHI DOG about Chicago-style hotdogs?" He said, "No ... it's 'Chi,'" (he pronounced it "chee") "Chinese mystical energy," or some such shit. I should have known. "Oh," I said, "I guess that will do too," and wheeled off, mystically shaking my head.

Tonight - Homestead.


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