  Not long ago I was sitting at a stop light here in town, and a Cadillac Escalade pulled up next to me. Now, I was sitting in my Ford Expedition, which I consider a pretty kick ass vehicle, even though it's a 97 model, so it's a few years old. But still, Expeditions are pretty dang nice. But an Escalade is an Escalade, right? Anyway, I noticed the back wsindow of the Escalade was dirty, and had some doodlings in the dirt, but even more, some bird had decided to make this Escalade it's personal outhouse. And it occured to me, no matter your social status, no matter how classy a vehicle you drive, bird's don't care, they will still crap all over it.
Kinda sums up life, if you ask me. Also have a cocroach in the hallway ooutside the studio door this morning, obviously not feeling too well. Don't know if heate too much crap or what, but he's on his back and not kicking too much. I haven't stepped on him yet, though, as much as I'd like too. No, it's not pity...it's not wanting cockroach guts on the bottom of my shoe. 
