I was up on a ladder painting the gutters on my house when a young couple walked by with a stroller. The child saw me and exclaimed, “The Man. The Man is up high!” That’s right kid. I’m the Man Who’s Up High. The Man in the High Tower.
There is a percentage of the population that inexplicably doesn't accelerate on freeway on-ramps and tries to get on the highway going 30 mph and I do not understand it
“This is like something else” nuh uh no it’s not, it’s entirely its own thing. [kneels down, folds hands] explode this person, God. Explode this person into millions of little pieces. Explode them now