Over the past two weeks, I've overheard some funny shit.

Like...

Two people, a little older than middle-aged but not elderly, sitting on a bench on Cherry Street, chatting. The dude says to the chick, "You know what makes me mad? I can't make fingernails anymore."

Two 30-somethings, a husband and wife, in a department store with their two kids, both girls, about 4 and 9 respectively. The husband pulls a kid-size shirt off the rack and holds it up, saying, "Jennifer, look." It bears a screen-printed replica of Bon Jovi's New Jersey album logo. Jennifer smiles, nodding slightly. The oldest kid says, "Bon Jovi. Never heard of them." At that, the mom looks hurt, almost pissed. She says, "Yes you have!" Then she quotes two songs, as if that'll teach her nine-year-old a lesson: "Your love is like bad medicine?! Shot down in a blaze of glory?!"

At a hardware store in a small mountain town, a group of elderly white men were sitting in a circle around a wood-burning stove, talking about the little community where they live. There is one "whippersnapper" of about 50. Eventually, the discussion turns to the nearby prison, and one of the old guys talks like he runs the joint. The 50-year-old asks questions about food supply, etc., wondering how and then why they keep the costs down. The old prison expert says, "It's because they're running out of money, the state is. They done run out the retard money for the retard people."

What kind of world would this be if I couldn't share shit like that with people like you?

Stay tuned... I have so much more to write about.