I should start doing drugs, not the kind that make you want peace but the kind that killed Michael. Michael, you were so young.
Is it really gay to pick the middle urinal? Sometimes I just want my space. I hate being elbowed while I'm urinating. If someone hit another some one's funny bone during that other some one's possibly delicate procedure it could result in severe injuries for either individual.
Sometimes I pretend I'm running from the police or Russian spies when cars drive by me. I'll duck into fields or behind trees or try to be through my door before they pass my house. I think I'd make a shitty criminal, or a really good 6 year old.