The Final Straw

Today, some enterprising stranger tried to cause me to knock him out. I don't know why he set his sights so low, or why it appeared good in his eyes (I'm through trying to figure out other people's lights), but I was shocked at the miserableness of his situation. Thinking on it now, 16 hours later, in the comfortableness of my desk chair, an inviting bottle of brandy at the ready, I only hope his day was as productive and peaceful as mine was.

CUL8R