
I was walking along the infamous stretch of head shops and happen to stumble upon this spectacle. Tons of spectators gathered as these dudes lifted a cross-legged plastic man into the back of a convertible. Classic.
I was completely bewildered by this bizarre procession. Was I in Venice Beach? Was I on the planet earth?
Definitely fit for a caption contest of sorts.




"Sir, could you please escort Marlon Brando's corpse to the airport?"
Not so different from the plastic Indian porn hawker on Broadway.
you know, db, if youre just going to link to your own flickr page you might as well just cut the shit and register here and quit being a "guest"
youre not fooling anyone.