Hey, you're no more sicker of them than I am. It's a compulsion. I had intended to do nothing more than read a little Life of Pi with a tall coffee, but everyone who came in made my sketching hand itch. You know how if you're packing heat and someone enters your cone of attention who makes your hand twitch? Same thing. Don't worry, I've never packed heat, unless you count when I have the chili at San Antonio Sam's. It's the unpacking that's problematic in that scenario. Burns like a motherfucker. Sorry for the language, but I've been watching back issues of The Wire, and it sure is a harrowing view of the urban underworld. Good and gritty, being written by the likes of Richard Price and Dennis Lehane, but I don't know how real it is. I hope not very, but I suspect all too. What's wrong with these people? Why don't they just pick theirselves up by their bootstraps, like George W did? Sorry, Robert, I just can't help it. The lack of understanding how human beings work is just too stunning.