Hey Readers, sorry about being such a slacker in the absence of posts of late. I resolve to change that and get back to weekly, at a minimum. Now to the pressing topic on my mind...
There are several circumstances that occur in my life that cause me to ask one simple question of those I encounter: Do you smoke crack? For example, when you re-org large portions of your entire company, and you expect your customers and employees to be basically done with the transition in 5 working days, do you smoke crack? When you do 60mph in the fast lane, with everyone passing you, and you merge abruptly into the middle lane without looking or signalling, or seeing the car already there, do you smoke crack? When you drive down the freeway, at 5am in the morning, at 78mph, with your car cab lit up by the visor light in front of you because you are busy applying foundation to your overweight face while you don't watch where you are going, do you smoke crack? When you walk your dog in front of my property, and let it pause to take a crap on the edge of my lawn, while I am standing out front, watching you both, and you don't pick it up, and you act surprised when I yell at you as you leave and demand that you pick it up, and look shocked when I get you a bag to pick it up, again, I have to ask, do you smoke crack? When your three (count 'em, three) dogs so small they should be called rats incessantly bark every single solitary time I go into my backyard, yipping and doing sissy-snarls, bouncing off of the fence in micro-aggression, when that happens, and I finally tell them to shut up, and you get offended at me for talking to your dogs since you won't, again, DO YOU smoke crack? I can come up with at least five more examples of this hard evidence that the crack dealers in northern California are clearly making BANK selling their wares to my entire surrounding environs. Sheesh. WHERE oh where is the DEA? Do they still exist?
