The other day I bought a hot dog from a street vendor just because I really, really needed a napkin.  I ate the hot dog of course, which in retrospect wasn't the wisest of life choices, but I didn't immediately regret it:  it was a very satisfying napkin.  Thinking it over later I realized I could use the situation as a hauntingly apt analogy for virtually all of the important decisions I've made in my entire adult life.


Which has nothing to do with the matters at hand, but I figure a little bit about me isn't out of order.