Sometimes, when I'm peeing at the urinal I freak out because I start to wonder if I'm really peeing at the urinal, or if I'm really sitting at my desk, daydreaming about peeing and pissing in my pants.
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A friend of a friend is moving to Plano and contacted me for some advice on where to live and what to expect. This is what I had to say in my opening paragraph.
"West Plano is to Orange County is to Scottsdale, it's all the same
concept; walled up villages meant to make the residents feel as if
they're in a cozy small town environment but the reality is a black
hole of isolation, consumerism, alcoholism, drug abuse, homophobia,
closeted homosexual desire, and secret thoughts of infanticide. Of
course this is all masked with artificial over-the-top displays of
devoutness to a god who loves Chili's and leases on Mercedes Benz's as
much as his "people" do."