Pardon the craptacity of the above 12x-digital zoom snap from the window of my 10th floor office, but I couldn’t resist documenting this irony no matter how catastrophic the pixelation. Because as oxymoronic as it strikes me to use a vehicle as so outlandish a rolling billboard for booze, there is something oddly appropriate –  along the lines of “parking while intoxicated” — in the poor manner within which this Jose Cuervo-lovin’ SUV was left lodged on the roof level of the garage adjacent to my building.