My mind is full of haziness due to the fabulous pain killers the doctor gave me after my car accident on Monday. My mind is wandering to all kinds of far off places. One such wandering consisted of Harx, a 4-year old boy named Conner (not my nephew), Conner's summer-time cold, and his pediatrician. Don't ask...I have no idea. It was very strange indeed. That's the latest drug-induced dream that is the result of the dude that ran the redlight, evidenced below. It may be time to trade. Seriously, the DART is looking better and better. It's dangerous business driving around in this city. Crazy bastards.