For some reason, I love hearing about catastrophe or the chance of it. I immediately perk up when I hear that there will be a hurricane coming through; seeing people run frantically trough the streets and evacuating like little babies. I love seeing geese flying through the air and projectile shit all over cars and people, slicing their heads and their windshields. I love hearing about mass shootings and in the back of my mind, I always hope this mass shooter beats the lasts high score. What’s the current high score? 57! Horrible, but it’s something I’ve had to come to terms with. I think on some levels we all enjoy it: something to gossip and lament over at work with Steve and friends , only to lose total interest three days later and forget it ever even happened. I love when life beats people in the ass HARD. People always tell me that my dog is ‘just a dog’. Well, I love it when nature remind us humans that thats all we are as well. And I love it when my dog rips up a chipmunk to shreds and eats his guts! There’s nothing more humbling than an ass whipping and I think it’s wonderful when nature gives is that tough and prudent reminder.