It's out. Some asshole threw a cigarette out a car window and destroyed my beautiful field and gnarled trees. I was going to shoot a set there. I think I still will. My poor, dead piece of paradise.
This means absolutely nothing. No one's ever said it to me. I've never said (or thought) it to anyone. It just came into my head straight from someone else's unknown. I'm only telling you because I have the strange need to document these weird occurances.
