To the @#$% a-hole neighbor who lit up a few window rattling rockets at 2AM in the morning:

Ok, I get that there’s a certain appeal to lighting up the sky with illegal fireworks you bought from 3 states away. I get that because everyone else does it, you just have to do it too.

But you know, some of us actually work for a living, and we kinda need our beauty sleep so we don’t end up waking up the next morning in a completely violent mood, along with the compulsive urge to, oh, I don’t know, break down your door and start jamming lit sparklers up your stupid inconsiderate buzzoonies.

Think about it.

Wow. I took this snapshot from my cell at a park right next to the apartments I’ve been checking out. The town here is so different from the ghettos I usually see that it seems to have been dropped from the sky.

The other day I was having a discussion with a friend of mine about an album cover for the group Trouble. He had recently bought the CD and after showing it to me, I noticed a few disturbing things about the album cover and pointed them out to him.

The cover depicted an explosion with a cross on either side, and in the middle of the explosion there appears to be a man with long hair screaming (an image of Christ?). Under the ground you can more clearly see the image of a huge skull. The sky itself shows a billow of smoke with an image of a face on it.

When I saw this I knew exactly what it was: the destruction of the cross at Calvary. Interestingly enough, the name of the place where Christ was crucified was called Golgotha, meaning “the place of a skull.” (John 19:17). See the connection here? The ground depicting an image of a skull… two crosses on either side of an explosion where the middle cross used to be… it wasn’t hard to see how blasphemous it was. I explained all this to my friend. Maybe he’ll see the same things. Maybe he’ll realize sometimes people are not who they profess to be. Maybe he’ll understand such album covers represents the work of a mind under wicked influences rather than under God’s own influence.

“You’re an idiot,” he said.

Of course I am.