At first I thought Brocephus was simply standing in the crosswalk, but no, he was waiting for the green in the #2 lane of 7th Street.
And off he goes, looking like an Apollo astronaut exploring the Moon:
Forward, ever forward…
Is somebody paying him to do this (the way this guy was)?
I don’t get it:
Or is he just another tourist in C-Town, all by himself, checking the scene, striking a pose, and buying knickknacks?
If you drive around long enough mouth agape in your look-at-me-I’m-Barry-Bonds-except-I’m-not-but-now-that-you’ve-mentioned-it-let-me-tell-you-about-x Audi* convertible, I’m sure that you’re going to get your fair share of flies squirming about your pie-hole.
It’s a lose-lose situation for both you and the fly. Hey, it’s Jersey Shore, West Coast. YOLO, Dude:
(Hey, did Barry Bonds get a reputation rehab? News to me.)
In aggravation, this garish vehicle has no front license plate. Tsk tsk.
In mitigation, it appeared to be driven within the realm of reason, which is surprising considering it’s an exoticar in the 415.
Perhaps Dude will maintain that Barry Bonds lettering on the side of his ride until the next Giants Victory Parade, sure to come around the end of October 2016…
*So you buy and Audi but you didn’t actually want an Audi, so you black out the famous rings and also the trademark horse collar grill so people can’t tell it’s an Audi? OK fine. One assumes the Giants objected, or maybe Audi objected in some sort of appearance of a cross-license kind of deal?
Well, here it is.
The problem with this Hoodline headline is that Dude wasn’t “found innocent.” IRL, the jury ruled that he is not guilty.
In other words:
“Juries never find defendants innocent. They cannot. Not only is it not their job, it is not within their power. They can only find them ‘not guilty.'”
Am I being too picky here?