Pimping My Ride - Part 10

I tried to remember the 13th, or 23rd, or whichever it is, Psalm, the one about walking into the Valley of Death, as I neared the identity thieves. A couple of them actually licked their lips at the sight of me. Because it’s in Los Angeles, a city in which everyone drives everywhere, even from room to room in their condominiums, the corner of La Cienega…