Rushing to the scene of a car wreck.
Rushing to the scene of a car wreck.
The above statement is also the my daily job description. Sans car crash, on Saturday I rushed to South East (dangerous) Albuquerue to interview a very drunk man about the two decomposing goats that he found dumped at the car wash. The flys buzzed. While redirecting the interview back from the edges of bizarre, hail stones of biblical proportions began assaulting cars, goats and craniums all around. So now I'm standing in a car wash with three shitfaced new mexicans calling me "sweetheart." "Ya wanna beer guero?"
The above statement is also the my daily job description. Sans car crash, on Saturday I rushed to South East (dangerous) Albuquerue to interview a very drunk man about the two decomposing goats that he found dumped at the car wash. The flys buzzed. While redirecting the interview back from the edges of bizarre, hail stones of biblical proportions began assaulting cars, goats and craniums all around. So now I'm standing in a car wash with three shitfaced new mexicans calling me "sweetheart." "Ya wanna beer guero?"