by Wes Siler

“You’ve seen the scenes in disaster movies.  Clouds descend, birds rise, cars start slamming into each other at high speed like some sort of Michael Bay wet dream.  The thing is, none of that is a terrible exaggeration.  It happens on L.A. freeways, just like in the movies, every time it rains.  You sit there at a red light, watching cars skid and spin through the junction in front of you, absolutely scared for your life.  It’s complete and utter chaos.”

Replace every “L.A.” with “San Diego,” and you’ve got a rant I mentally rehearsed for three years or so.