facetious73

I dont drive too much these days. Got into a little trouble with L.A.s finest a little while back and got my license suspended. Apparently youre not supposed to drive around with expired tagsAND smoke a doobie at the same time. The state of California seems to frown upon that. And the judge didnt buy into that whole smoking makes me drive better bit. But on Santa Monica Blvd, theres this electric billboard that keeps count of all the smoking related deaths in America. Have you all seen this yet? Apparently were going to count them all together now, one by one. Ill be honest; Im not really interested in doing that. Id rather go down to the Promenade on an unexpected chilly day and count nipples or something. But whats really nuts is when you actually see it change. That's a bummer man. I was driving to work one morning and some poor bastards life was taken right before my eyes. Now I dont KNOW this person. He could have been some Swahili tribesman who had been trading the beaded anklets he made for his weekly carton of Newports. Id never meet him or anyone that knows someone who knows him. But I do know this, the sign worked. I did feel a little bit bad for ole number 94,578... Things have changed since then. Now every time I pass that freakin sign I cant keep my eyes off of it. I WANT to see it change. Matter of fact, Im struggling to keep my eyes on the sign AND bumper to bumper traffic. Come on somebody die! Come on! Die! Die! Die!