I look out my window and don't know what kind of car that just passed, I see the old man or woman sitting against a building wearing rags and don't understand why, I see the drug addicts waiting to steal someones purse or wallet as the Police cars drive by pretending they don't see, I see on TV about the 2 year old beaten half to death by the mothers "boy friend". The government owns GM, it just isn't right. But then I fire off my MB and it all goes away, for just a little while, R.I.P. Walter, Farrah, and countless others, that made life as I knew it, such a joy.