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January 12, 2008

an interview with Sonja and her boyfriend Jhas. (pronounced like Jason without the “un”) Notice in this rare interview, the subject starts with the first question.

Jhas: You ever been to Neveda? If you like Bakersfield, and I know you do, you gotta check it out.

my robot is pregnant: Where did you go?

Jhas: I went to Las Vegas of course, everyone does, but ahh..Pahrump Neveda is the real Neveda. The thing that supports the town is fireworks and prostitution… you can’t get more American than that…it’s freedom…and don’t forget motorsports, which is why I was there: racing; a motorcycle road race.

mrip: They close the road?

Jhas: No, on a track. I used to race Superbikes. Let’s see… what happened… one of my friends crashed really bad – her name was Dawn – she crashed because a week before she painted her bike with tiger stripes – we all thought it was lame and said she would crash. It was so bad. Tiger stripes? Her engine overheated, she was going about 180 on the back straight and the hose burst off the radiator and coolant lubed up her rear tire – she went to brake and turn for the right hand corner at the end of the straight, the bike went out from under her at about 90 mph….

mrip: What happened to her?

Jhas: She didn’t get hurt, I mean she walked away – she did like thirty cartwheels her bike went up twenty feet in the air all the body work and parts went flying – it was a cacophony of destruction…

mrip: What was she wearing?

Sonja: She was nude.

Jhas: She was a prostitute we had hired so she was nude. She crashed because we were shooting fireworks at her.

mrip: No, I mean, she must have had some incredible leathers…(at this point the conversation turned to cracking jokes until Jhas came back to the topic of Pahrump:

Jhas: The locals gamble until they have enough for meth. They take their family out to a Mexican food place if they win.

mrip: (turning to Sonja) and what’s your name?

Sonja: s-o-n-j-a.

mrip: That was kind of a redundant step…And have you been to Neveda?

Sonja: My mom’s from Nevada – Townapah, so, we, half of the town is demolished, it just fell down it’s so old. Its where my mom grew up – they used to have to eat cabbage with mayonnaise on it. It’s sad. The nicest hotel was one of those Motel 6′s. I stayed there with my mom once…I went to sleep and I woke up and I thought I was bleeding but it was old blood. My mom didn’t tell me she saw it because she didn’t want me to make a fuss. There was a bullet hole in the wall…it was awful.

Jhas: I remember there was a mom parked in her Volvo in the middle of no where in a dusty dirt lot with a sign that said “girl scout cookies” – she had a little chair with a little umbrella sitting next to the trunk of her old Volvo – nothing around. No one. The trunk was open and she had a few boxes of cookies in it.

stay tuned for an epic tale about selling binoculars at a nascar race, coming soon!

1 Comment

  1. “jhase, J-H-A-S-E, like Chase minus the C add the J”

    thanks for the beer and cat anus shaped dried fruit!

    Comment by sonja — January 12, 2008 @ 10:56 am

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