Last night was a good night. Driving home on the freeway, I only had eight or ten near-death experiences with homicidal maniacs who wanted to run me and my 60 mph off the road. Sometimes it’s twice that number.

We need to get the lunatics off the road. Otherwise, I’m either buying a used army tank to get around L.A., or I’m joining a monastery. Things have gotten that bad.

[picture: famous French monastery]