Bad Decisions, Chicken

I've been feeling full of bad decisions lately. You know, like "sure, I'll take that pill the stranger gave me" or "no, no, I drive better like this" or "that hooker's a chick and I'll prove it!" That kind of thing. It's not like me at all. I think I need a night out with the guys.

That would mean I'd need some guys, though.

I think I could put together a respectable little posse. Me, maybe two or three gentlemen I know. I've got to work on that.

Totally unrelated: I'm driving down Carrollton this morning, taking John to school. Right before I get to the park I see a huge black chicken walking down the sidewalk.

"Look, John!" I yelled. "A chicken!"

"Ahh-eee," John responded, "meh-meh."