Taking photos in Los Angeles can sometimes feel like an extreme sport, with pissed-off, flash-fearing "businessmen" shadowing you down the street and chicks telling you you're going to get smoked while taking shots of murals in their hood. Snapping pictures of this Caddie one early weekend morning, this tough-as-nails old white guy came onto his porch smoking a cigarette in his terrycloth bathrobe and studied me through squinty eyes. Even though he was sixty-something, he was ripped straight from a Tarantino film and looked like he could have kicked my ass. Before he had time to pin me as a repo man or P.I., I put on my best nice guy voice and explained my intentions with his vehicle. He didn't smile or say anything, but just kind of flicked his chin in approval and stood staring and smoking...
