You might recognize this license plate from The Interloper, chapter three, where Owen mentions having seen it on Palm Canyon Drive.
I didn’t make it up.
I saw it, back in high school, in Palm Springs, and it made me laugh.
For some reason I remembered it and stuck it in my novel almost twenty years later.
How effing crazy is that?
UPDATE: He was watching me watching him! With his sister! My embarrassing license plate became an inside joke between THEM! Click over to read his account–and find out what my embarrassing plate was.