Smelly cab, smeeeellly caaab...

That's what I rode home in last night. A men's locker room on wheels. An armpit full of day-old sweat and grime in the guise of a taxi. I couldn't tell if the musky odor came from the seats, the sides or the driver... maybe from all. It was that baaaad... It was so impressionable that I took a bath upon reaching home. Gah.

Anyway, spent the evening at the Blood Bank and had dinner with Vin and Dean (who left after a bit to spend time with his family), and then watched with morbid fascination the utterly hilarious Japanese film, Versus. Lots of mobster-shooting, leather coat-swinging, karate kicking, zombie fighting, girl bashing (a feminist film this ain't), gun pointing, stand-offing, limb-severing fun. Darn, maybe I should get that DVD from Vin after all. Heh-heh...