so i just got home from watching the cavs in my old stomping grounds of the warehouse district - at the map room to be exact.
but when i walked out of the map room to head home i definitely didn't expect to have to take a detour to larry flynt's hustler club.
yes, you read that right.
upon walking out of map room i realized that my car, the yuppie mobile, had been towed from constantino's market.
did it have the right to be towed?
yes, which is why i can't really bitch about it.
but man, after all the times i'd parked it there for an hour or two over the years with no problems it's only fitting that i would get it towed on my first venture back to my old neighborhood after moving into the detroit-shoreway.
it's like my old neighborhood was punishing me for leaving.
constantino's, why you gotta play me like that after all these years and thousands of dollars i've spent with you?
it's like pouring salt into the open wound that is the cavs performance.
you'll have that.
at least i had the awesome experience of having to head to the hustler club to use the atm to pay $110 to get my car back from ecke's towing.
actually it was $122, because larry flynt likes to charge his patrons a $12 atm service fee...
gosh, is it friday yet?
yes, yes it is.