Somehow, on Saturday night, I ended up riding on the back of a 7 foot tall rapper in the middle of an impromptu dance circle at a hip hop show. As the rapper galloped along enthusiastically, I found myself wondering: "How did I end up here?"
So far, 2010 has been full of these types of moments: committing minor identity theft at a pharmacy, embarking on a "wing-and-a-prayer" long-distance relationship, acquiring a wife and two kids, ending up at the Walmart of strip clubs in Oklahoma with a fingerless merchant sailor from England, painting my entire living room orange on a whim, getting certified in infant-child CPR (although I'm rarely near an infant or child), developing a strangely sexual obsession with the Dog Whisperer, going to Haiti and getting hit by a car (prior to eating trash-can-marinated/oil-drum-grilled chicken), etc. etc...
What's going to happen next?
