You can find me at the GIRLFRIENDS FILMS BOOTH.
Wednesday January 18th 1:00pm to 6:00pm
Thursday January 19th 1:00pm to 6:00pm
Friday January 20th 11:00am to 4:00pm
Just now I am making final preparations and getting ready to pick up my attorney Veronica Avluv and meet my philly, Prinzzess. Prinzzess says we are racing to Vegas, but that's just a cover story. My attorney & I have decided to put her on point because she has a "fuzz buster". We'll be hauling behind her...just under the radar, just out of range. There's no tellin' what could happen once we reach "Bat country"... or maybe we should call it "Remote-controlled Drone country" nowadays.
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.... and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well... maybe chalk it off to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten. It's all in Kesey's Bible...The Far Side of Reality.*
I always drive properly. A bit fast perhaps, but always with consummate skill and a natural feel for the road that even cops recognize. No cop was ever born who isn't a sucker for a finely executed hi-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those clover-leaf freeway interchanges.
Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him... and then he will start apologizing and begging for mercy.
This is wrong, It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. The thing to do---when you're running along at about a hundred or so and you suddenly find a red-flashing CHP-tracker on your trail---what you want to do then is accelerate. Never pull over with the first siren-howl. Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all the way to the next exit.
He Will Follow!
But he wont know what to make of your blinker signal that says you're about to turn right.
This is to let him know you're looking for a proper place to pull off and talk....keep signaling and hope for an off-ramp, one of those uphill side-loops with a sign saying "Max Speed 25"....and the trick, at this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute at no less than a hundred miles an hour.
...He will not be reasonable at first.... but no matter. Let him calm down. He will want the first word. Let him have it. His brain will be in a turmoil; he may begin jabbering or even pull his gun. Let him unwind; keep smiling. The idea is to show him that you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle--- while he lost control of everything. *
*excerpts from "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" by Hunter S. Thompson
Ummmm okay??
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