All these buckets of rain
I've heard enough about it
You say that I lie
- Airborne Toxic Event, Changing

For many years of running in my neighborhood, I've gone by this little vase carved into the sidewalk. It has a little straw coming out the side of it. And every time I went by, I'd wonder why some kid would have taken the time to carve a little vase into the wet concrete years ago. And then one day on a particularly enlightened run, it hit me. Oh. It's a bong. It's funny how something you once took as a symbol of beauty can turn out to be just a mind fuck. 3 miles today.