Contrary to popular belief, just because I bought a condo in the D.C. area doesn’t mean that I plan on sticking around here forever. Been here over a decade now and I still haven’t found a decent vet, mechanic, or whatever you call those chicks who cut your hair. Stylist! Right, right. Anyway, I’ve always imagined that eventually the pervasive and complete lack of driving skills here beneath the Mason Dixon would be enough to shift my sights northward.
But then this happened.
And then this happened.
The end of Astroland and the end of real pizza?
Make mine extra hot with a heaping pile of your most effective and efficient artery clogging goodness. You know what, make it a double. It's going to be a long ride home.