Birthday time again. You know how the ‘human feels about birthdays. Only this time, it’s all doubled – the joy, the madness, the fear and hating – all doubled.
Two weatherroommates (actually both squatters) born in one day, a day when panic ruled the streets and Jagermeister stock skyrocketed.
Twenty-three years later, the freaks are coming from all points Southern-Californian to watch the bomb go off, as if a smoking, booze-splattered crater with scattered middle fingers is something someone would want to see and be a part of.
Weekend forecast: Double what some might call trouble: double Jack & Cokes on the double,and two Double-Doubles (grilled onions, please).