You said you’d never repeat that mistake.

I wanted a second opinion.

“Looks like you’ve had more than one drink today,” I observed. “I thought you were worried about violating your company’s liquor rules.”

“I’m following the policy to the letter,” Roscoe replied, “I did only have one drink with lunch.”

Noting my skeptical look, he continued, “perhaps I should add that lunch consisted of three martinis.”

Advertising is a strange profession.

According to the news report I read, showering with the high-octane soap delivers as much caffeine as two cups of coffee. Although I’m impressed with the innovation, it’s not going to be of much personal benefit since I generally shower in the evening. I wonder if whisky soap is technically feasible?

And even though I love naps; I never ever sleep on streets or in South Carolina.

Misha Bittleston made this work, one I would not have seen had I not lent the camera I normally carry with me to a friend. (I continue to be amazed at how cameras cause blindness.) And so, I can’t show the imagery, but that doesn’t matter much in that the words were my favorite part of the piece.

Nothing is wrong with

Drinking gasoline

Blood ice cream

Robotic pancakes

Lies in apple pies

Greed flavored melons

Since I don’t watch cop shows or military movies, the only cultural reference I have for half a dozen people abseiling from the ceiling of a cavernous auditorium is a scene from Terry Gilliam’s Brazil. I think the performance might have been enhanced with automatic weapons, but then what show wouldn’t be?

As was the case with the mural I’d not otherwise have seen, one of the reasons I was able to witness this spectacle was because I showed up without my usual camera. I did, however, make a very low-resolution image with the alleged camera in my telephone. I think I prefer it to the one I’d have made with a better camera; the lack of information leaves more to the imagination.