The ultimate of evil can be seen here, in the form that we all endured (some more coherently than others) last night. Said horror of the universe provided a mode of transportation (among giggling about getting pulled over) for myself and . Luckily, with the world warping in the ways induced by Jose Quervo (who apologized to me personally, and in Spanish) I was immune to the evil radiating from the aforementioned clown.

Ruminations and ponderings have begun about the little bout with self-destructiveness yesterday. The gears and cogs inside my being are still rotating, but the noise they make is no longer so frenzied. It seems more ominous and foreboding. The culmination of the slow rising of energy hasn’t hit me yet, but it’s on its way, and may be right around the next corner.

Training Day has me thinking about urban tribalism again. Later on tonight, watching The Sopranos probably won’t help get me out of the mindset, but it might push my brain in some new directions. The concept of such things has been romantic to me for quite some time, if only because I would most likely not survive in such an environment.