Driving home on M-59 near White Lake, on the side of a busy highway during rush-hour was a guy carrying a huge sign. He looked a little rough, part homeless, part Phish super-fan. This sign was a 6-foot wide piece of brown card-board, probably from a refrigerator box, and written in thick black marker, in huge block letters, was: "Go to www.MySpace.com/<some_guys_name>". Now I didn't catch the name because I was wondering why in the world would this dude be risking his life on the side of this busy road to get people to go to his MySpace page (it must be amazing 
), and who would be motivated to actually go there. And since I was going 60, I passed by rather quick, but 2 seconds after I passed I was incredibly intrigued. So the rest of the ride home I entertained myself by imagining all the crazy stuff that could be on that page (and I have quite the imagination). Although I'm glad I didn't catch the name and check out the page, because I'm sure I would have been sorely disappointed . 
), and who would be motivated to actually go there. And since I was going 60, I passed by rather quick, but 2 seconds after I passed I was incredibly intrigued. So the rest of the ride home I entertained myself by imagining all the crazy stuff that could be on that page (and I have quite the imagination). Although I'm glad I didn't catch the name and check out the page, because I'm sure I would have been sorely disappointed .
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