A random thought...

Because riding on the ol' rail always creates and sparks ideas (hey, maybe that is why as a country we are so opposed to trains??)....

In a world where hope is considered crazy, I'm often stark-raving mad.

I can't recall exactly the overheard tidbit that made me write that in my notebook, but I can recall another conversation that lends me back to a bit Lewis Black once did on what causes aneurysms (hearing something utterly stupid and not being able to get it out of your head)...

"He's kinda like my own personal Diego; he plays guitar really well, smokes weed, plays violin and is awesome on the piano."

If my head suddenly explodes and you are all wondering why... now you know.