Bombay doors

Wait for it... wait... wait... right... fucking... NOW!

Did you feel it? That moment right there.

The moment when the bombs hit Lebanon. When that sea cruise nearly tips in the Atlantic. When the air temp gets to be unbearable out there, and power blinks out of existence under the crushing weight of 100 degree misery. When carbombs hit crowds of laborers in Iraq, killing hundreds of people. When Zelzal rockets fly into a Haifa train station, killing a bunch of commuters. When a drive-by shooting in Queens kills a bystanding 11-year-old girl. When your brother keeps telling you he wants to die.

Things just flew out of my grip. I need a whiskey. Or seven.