We're sure that when you're sitting atop your comfy commode, reading the crap you're reading now, you're probably thinking to yourself, "Man, this is absolute crap. Who writes this crap?" But did you ever wonder how we reached the point where we're just writing and babbling about nonsense, and crap? Probably not, so we'll show you in our first-ever installment of the Night In The Life of a Super Street editor, beginning with the coverage of Hot Import Nights in LA and starring me, er, Roel (this editorial "we" stuff is confusing).
7:45 p.m.: "Hmmm. The show started at 7. (It started at 5. Way to go, you kink!-JN) I'm sure the crowd is going to arrive late, so it's cool if I left the house now. Besides, nobody's going to be at the show anyway."
8:30 p.m.: "Ah, beautiful downtown LA. I love this place. WTF?! A line to get parking? Oh, hell no! I'm Roel, biyatch!"
8:55 p.m.: "Twenty bucks to park three blocks from the convention center?! What the hell is going on?"
9:25 p.m.: "Hey, Nads, how you doin', home skillet? Where do I get the media passes? What's that? Yeah, I just arrived, why? There's a lot of people in there? That's ass!"
9:40 p.m.: "No, Mr. Security Guard, that thing in my bag is not what you think it is. It's just a, uh, telescope with batteries, and, uh, yes, it vibrates. Can I go in now? I'm late!"
9:55 p.m.: "Yo, can't you see I'm taking a picture here? Get out of the way, and stop kicking my tripod."
10:15 p.m.: "No, man, for the hundredth time, I don't know how big Nads' manboobs are! And my name is Roel, biyatch!"
10:30 p.m.: "Excuse me...oh, sorry...didn't mean to hit you with the camera...oops, is that your butt? Sorry."
10:45 p.m.: "Oh, damn! All the D1 cars are here. Nice! And MTV2 is here covering and sponsoring the event. Extra nice!"
10:55 p.m.: "Jesu Cristo! The show's almost over and I've only covered half the hall. I better get bookin'. I haven't even taken pictures of any models yet."
11:25 p.m.: "Hi, Ms. Sasha Singleton, may I take a picture of you? What's that? Yeah, I know your eyes are up there. Sheesh!"
12:15 a.m.: "Wow, that was the hardest HIN I've ever worked. It seemed like the whole Cali tuning community came out. Time to get my grub on. Now, where's that Fat Burger at?"
1:15 a.m.: "Home sweet home. Hey, Max, come here, you lil' doggie. Whoa, stop humping my leg, bitch!"
1:25 a.m.: "Snnoooorrre."
A RHD JDM Honda City: WTF?!
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, I got the answer, teacher. Pick me."
By Roel F. Concepcion
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