I was looking forward to some quiet time this morning prior to facing the day on my way to the bathroom which I consider as my Transcendence Portal and where I do my best Dave Barry Immitations (which means I see life two hues more brightly and a stone's throw lighter than I normally do, yes I actually have a sense of humor when i'm in the bathroom). I abide by this bizarre belief that I could actually write like Dave Barry if I had a happier type of disposition (which has neither been proven or disproven... hehehe).

Anyway, it was in this frame of mind in which I entered the bathroom when I suddenly found the barrier of sound surrounding me shattered by an obnoxiously loud blast of music (of course it's questionable whether the force imposing itself upon my sound barrier really was music or some kind of sonic garbage brought to bear upon our galaxy from a more advanced species who sees our world as a decomposition heap for their audio visual discharge), really it was loud enough to merit an eardrum replacement transplant, and it was coming from somewhere just directly beside and underneath where our bathroom is situated, though one cannot deny the possibility that the assault on my senses might have been coming from a source as far away as the moon judging from how loud it was.

Really, I see myself as a founding parent of the school of belief which promotes the value of living and at the same time allowing others to live, provided that they don't attempt to kill themselves, me, or anyone close to me while they're doing their 'living', that's how much of a liberal I am, but I draw the line and I would draw a sword at anyone who tries to force their bad taste down my throat at such a Godly hour of the day when God through our regular bathroom conversations is still in the process of making a human out of me.

Not Dave Barry, but human enough.