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Arti Diamonds

When In Doubt, Peel Out

About Me

I was walking home one morning with my coffee when I encountered a post-comedown "raver" couple getting into a screaming argument in the middle of the street, presumably over who drank the last of the vodka and Red Bull, or used up all the Vicks Vapo Rub or something.
As the blonde-tipped, orange-tanned Backseat Barbie shrieked grotesquely, her hair-gelled, ecstacy-selling, FUBU-sporting boyfriend simply could not take it anymore. He stormed over to his yellow 2001 Mustang GT, ripped the door open, jumped into the vehicle, revved the engine and PEELED OUT in a glorious symphony of squealing tire and techno music.
It was a sight to behold. And as I walked the rest of the way home, I meditated upon how PEELING OUT is the most awesome move ever. I remembered countless other events in my life where some person, simply fed up beyond the point of words or violence, hopped into their vehicle, made a furious racket, and sped off into the horizon, loudly conveying to all spectators that the person had "had it".
One guy from my high school PEELED OUT almost weekly. It seemed as if you couldn't even nod your head and say, "Hey, Ron" without him flying into an automotive rage and rocking a PEEL OUT that left nothing behind but some old tire and everyone looking at each other like, "okay". He was a master of the form. I wonder where he's at today? God willing, he's probably PEELING OUT of a Burger King parking lot at this very moment.
Those of you who own automobiles should ask yourself, "Am I PEELING OUT as much as I should be?" How else can you expect to fully convey your frustration and/or badassness with those around you, if you're unwilling to brake while accelerating and PEEL THE FUCK OUT now and then?? Are you afraid of confronting your feelings???
Here are a few tips and hypothetical scenarios on how to execute a successful PEEL OUT:
1. Peeling Out at the Office -- Your boss and your co-workers probably think you're a pussy. Just face it, sitting there in your cubicle with your slacks and your solid-color ties, executing banal little tasks all the live-long day, nobody around you could possibly recognize your inner badassness. So what better way to blow off some steam--or tire, as it were--while showing your co-workers how much you Rawk, than by throwing that badboy Miata into overdrive and PEELING OUT of your company parking lot? See who starts getting invited to the happy hours with the "cool guys". Hell, you'll be an executive in no time.
2. Peeling Out at Bars and Nightclubs -- Is there anything in the world more awesomely badass than stumbling out of some one-word-named club ("Ice", "Sky", "Fluid", etc.), puking on your shoes, throwing yourself into the driver's seat of your leased BMW and inexplicably PEELING OUT in front of all the dudes and chicks waiting in line to get in? No, there's not. Sorry, but that's as badass as anyone could ever hope to be. Unless of course, your $23,000 system is bumping 50 Cent while you do it, then you're even more badass.
3. Peeling Out from the Red Light -- So there you are, sitting at a stoplight, and you look over at some little pansy in his Geo Metro, and he has the nerve to casually glance at you. That's right, he's fucking looking at you! YOU! There is really only one way to handle this situation. Immediately begin revving your engine as loud as possible until the moment when the light turns green, then PEEL OUT! (Note: if you get stuck at another stoplight 30 seconds later, and the guy is now laughing at you, DO NOT hesitate to put that bitch back in his place and PEEL OUT AGAIN.)
4. Peeling Out from Your Parents' House -- Nothing shows mom and dad how rebellious you are quite like jumping into the vehicle they have provided for you and sending a hellish screech down your quiet suburban street as you PEEL OUT on your way to the mall. Also, when you turn 25 and finally move out, then you come home to visit, it is still perfectly OK to PEEL OUT. That way mom and dad will know they've raised a complete and total badass, which is really what parenting is all about.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Any one of my Grandparents would suffice.

Music:

Uneasy Listening/Hell Fire Rock N' Roll. It makes you look really open-minded and cool when you say you listen to all different types of music, but in all reality, I don't listen to Dave fuckin' Matthews and the rest of that happyass shit. I DO, however, listen to blistering rock and old school Rap-A-Lot Records stuff. Check my friends list for example.

Television:

I'm a sucker for most reality TV but some of that shit is straight up dumb. Like the one where a gaggle of pseudo-attractive bimbettes and overly-aggressive meatheads relocate to a tropical island where they're set free to cheat on their significant others in a variety of surprisingly entertaining and completely unrealistic scenarios. Actually, that could describe just about any reality show. By far the best of the bunch is Dateline NBC's "To Catch a Predator." Holy shit, that show is pure GOLD!!! If they had a 24-hour To Catch a Predator network, I would call in sick to work to stay home and watch. I am consistently amazed at the bold assumptions made by fifty-something men when they think they are coming to meet a 15 year old girl. Is there a single more judgmental demographic than 15 year old girls?!?!? Buddy, what the hell makes you believe that a naive teen is willing to overlook the fact that you are missing most of your teeth and hair and you move about with the aid of a walker?? Yup, that's exactly what a teen is looking for. After all, MTV programming is chock full of elderly men, right? I think my dream job would be to do the chat log narrations because that's the timeless dialogue that will endure long beyond this "American Pie 2: Back to Band Camp" generation. And don't even get me started on dudes who send pics of their "gennies" all over the internet...

Books:

I don't read as much substantive stuff as I should.

Heroes:

Chris Hansen, Dateline NBC