Living in Los Angeles is like being invited to a buffet after you've already had a steak dinner. It's too much, it's too crowded, the people are crazy and it makes you sick to your stomach, yet you just can't walk away. For me, I just can't believe that I was blessed with two amazing "vanity" plates in the course of a few hours.
Picture 1: The thought of needles filled with botulism being shoved into my face...I'll pass. The thought of plastering my love for such debauchery on my Chrysler 300...perhaps I will move to Kansas.
Picture 2: When I drive down Wilshire Boulevard by Rodeo Drive I'm usually 2 inches away from rear-ending the Bentley in front of me while I attempt to scope out the newest window pornography at Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth Avenue and Barneys. For once, the couture in the window wasn't my distraction, it was the NSX in front of me with this plate which seemed perfectly suited to Kenny Power's lifted Bronco.
