“I don't even know what street Canada is on.” - Al Capone

I discovered I had around 20 or so "unpublished" blog posts. Most are drunken ramblings, and deserve to stay forgotten, a few are sort of interesting.

One, from 2008, was simply this song lyric, which today seems strangely relevant...


"And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I."