The Back of Tuor's Head

Well, I just parked the car in my spot and almost got sideswiped. No, really.

You see, it just snowed here, and there's a bit of slush in the lot and snow in the spaces, but that really doesn't change things, except that I took the other car so I wouldn't have to go up and down the hill on balding tires.

Well, I came into the lot slowly, because the space I want is right near the entrance, and it's unmarked, so it could have been taken. It's on the left as you come in.

Luckily, it wasn't taken, so I turned in, when this white car slams on its brakes and beeps its horn. I looked, and he was in his left lane, trying to go around me, and pissed I was actually parking. Well-fuck him-I just pulled in.

What do you expect a slow car in a parking lot to be doing? Trying to park maybe?

Well, I wish he would have hit me. I could use the money to get some body work done. My car is old and solid steel. His was small and plastic. I would have a dent. He would need a new front end.

Switching gears, I just heard a story on the news where a girl was arrested and suspended for having scissors in school – they were a weapon.

Next no pencils or paper. No desks. You sit in a bedsheet on the floor, naked, in a padded cell. The teacher uses a blunt marker on a rounded plastic whiteboard, and you record the lecture on your camera-equipped cellphone.