What's your favorite Cezanne?

My car is sad. It's missing a tire. It blames LA potholes and mean drivers.

So we're driving along Wilshire to go see Brian Regan at the Wiltern and Joe's driving my car because everyone else seemed to abhore the idea of driving except for him but we were running late and he couldn't go get his car so he ended up driving mine. There's like a series of potholes ahead and our driver tries to avoid them by changing lanes, but the mean guy won't let us change. So we hit the potholes, I see my hubcap flying off into the sidewalk, ask "Is that my hubcap?" turn down the window to find out and hear a hissing noise from the front tire. Already running late, we drive on the flattening tire to the Wiltern and just make it.

On the upside, Brian Regan was hilarious.