I braved uncertainty of driving a fickle car
I braved night without glasses to see the road
I braved being the low man on the totem pole
I braved lack of food and the accompanying hunger pains
I braved heat and humidity in the absence of air conditioning

What was all this for? To become good friends with a comfy pillow on the couch where I slept.

Ha! How absolutely, completely, utterly predictable. Doing things that aren't in your modus operandi are overrated.

Ode to the Nice Guys

Vindication? I'd consider myself a nice guy, but over the years I've become so jaded with people I just don't see that happening. What vindication is there in that? Maybe that is what defines a truly nice guy? One who after all he's been through can still manage to be nice. I haven't gotten to the point where I'm an ass to people for no reason, but man, I sure feels like I'm heading in that direction. That's part of the reason I'm so anti-social, people suck.

I'm sure when I read this later I'll think to myself, "What was I thinking when I wrote this?" But when its late and you're tired things always seem much more coherent and well though out than they actually are.