Driving's always a challenge in them; either the car has a mind of its own or the roads become unnavigable to a fault. And for some other deep-rooted reason I often find myself back on the streets in Providence's East Side, which I recreate as a tight grid of old houses on an incline from Hope to hump and descend to Benefit below. When I'm not saving the world, carnal impulses will have me stalking from one to another in desperate search of prey, but earlier this evening I'd watched myself on video (played back on my shitty PocketPC, no less) with former MILF-now-pariah Karen King—I had to, because I couldn't remember? One turn and as Johnny Yune went from landlocked downtown Houston to a boat pier in They Still Call Me Bruce, I was by the water, then in it. Seemed shallow enough, but when I put the XTerra into 4WD to reach shore, I was virtually submerged. Someone in control then drained it all, and wouldn't you know it, the "lake" was a room.