Lies That Life Is Black and White

If this isn't a metaphor for my life, I don't know what is.

This is an actual photo I took this morning, looking down at the parking lot at my IRL job.

That's my friend and traveling companion, Benedict Cumberhatch, down there.

Let's take a closer look.

You can't stage this stuff.

Drunkards, that's me, all day every day. A little red hatchback in a sea of monochromatic sedans and SUVs.

And...I'm OK with that.

I say, if you can choose, why choose to look like every other rolling pile of debt on the Tollway?

You don't have to be the biggest or the newest or the best. I prefer to be different. And cute.

Plus, I never get lost in the parking lot. That's got to count for something.