As I sat at the train station, blogging and strung out from the road - and several giant bowls of the finest opium - a vision came to me. A vision of unparalleled blogfection - a post so magnificent that any who gazed upon it would transcend. And as word traversed the giant orb upon which we live, people would come from all points to read - no matter how unread was their email client and news aggregator. All who answered its siren's call would know immediately that once they too drank from the waters of this blog post, they would know all there was to know, never again feel pain, live forever in perfect joy and harmony. Economists would read the post and right all financial woes. Politicians, once knowing the post, would end all strife, woe, and war. Enlightened artists would merely gaze upon the subject line, drop to their knees, and immediately commence to create art so beautiful and magnificent that every being that beheld it would weep for days for happiness, knowing they had been touched by a hand that had touched the face of this blog post.
But just at the precise moment when my hands descended upon the keyboard to forever change everything, some douchebag tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to watch his bags while he went to the can. Jesus! Just take them in there with you! What the Hell???
And I turned back to begin again, but like the 6:43 to Tallahassee, the vision was gone.
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