As I was getting up to mix myself another Vesper, I suddenly heard a crash and a horn going off on the street outside my apartment. As the horn sounded like mine, I decided a quick investigation was warranted. I grabbed my Polaroid and some shoes and headed downstairs to see if some drunken fucktard had run into my sweet ride.

Fearing that my white trash neighbors had gone on a Natural Light fueled bender and crashed into my car on their way home, I braced for the worst. What I found was the wrecked Acura RSX pictured above and some dude running away from the car. This was a brilliant plan on his part, except the car could easily be traced to him through the license plate or VIN number and the continuously blowing horn insured someone would call the pigs. On the way back upstairs, I was lucky enough to meet my brand new smokin’ hot neighbor, who had also come out to see the commotion.

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PHOTO: Smoove D for d.2263 Photographics.