Let's be honest, shall we? July has sucked a big bag of beans as far as I'm concerned, so why not end it on an amusing note? This particular pic was snapped last Friday night. Myself and some former colleagues from TIME Magazine partook of a reunion dinner way the hell out in Jackson Heights, Queens (incidentally, unless you live in Manhattan, I'll consider your addres to be "way the hell out" of the way no matter where you live). In any case, after some ass-whuppin' home-cooked Indian food courtesy of the ass-whuppin' Bobby Ghosh, some of us took to the sleepy, tree-lined streets of Jackson Heights to stumble our way back to the subway. En route, my oft-cited comrade, Hot Johnny Flowers and I spotted this striking vehicle. A Volvo.....with flames. John posed, I snapped, we laughed like incontinent hyaenas and the rest is, as they say, history.