11-12-04: This is the result of me being bored in a dorm room some time last year. It had actually snowed on winter break - meaning yet another opportunity for me to take pictures of stupid stuff, like my car. You can't really see it, but to the right of the caprice is a spiral of tire marks from me turning cookies in the intersection. And yes, my car is as big as an M1 tank (I really have no idea, but I did see one guarding a freeway exit near Yakima for some reason. Looked about the same size.) Anyhow, I don't really know why the BATF, FBI and DHS would be interested in me. Maybe the Camas police convinced them I'm a terrorist.
Speaking of the FBI, Dayne and I have kind of made a pact to some day become federal agents. Yes, some of you called it I guess with the whole law enforcement thing. I'm still not sure if they'll let me in if the camas police have anything to say about it. Seriously, they're a bunch of bastards. Maybe when I'm a federal agent I'll bust up that corrupt bunch of swine. I can just imagine kicking in the front door of the station and shouting "federal agents!" Sgt. Lackey: "Oh shit, the feds! put all that reefer back in the evidence room! Damnit Nadgwick, I said no more toking when you're on break!" Ah yes, that would be the day.