Toxicity

The toxicity of our city, of our city
New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, Disorder, disorder, disorder.
More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a past time activity, The toxicity of our city, of our city!

These lyrics from the great band "System of a Down" carry too literal of a meaning today. The shitplant or Waste Water Treatment Facility for you pc folk, next door to my workplace has caught fire and may have spewed toxic chemicals into the air. They evacuated 100 homes in the area yet here I sit getting ready to leave in a half an hour. Hopefully I do not inhale some toxic gas which cause my kin to be born with a third nipple and a cleft upper lip. Anyhoo it could be worse. I sit at a PC all day and talk to shop owners and manager's wondering where their products are. Not too bad. I could be eating seeds as a past time activity. Just when you think you have it bad...

Also this Friday is Good Friday. Its good because I have it off!

Holding my breath in NH....

Capt. Howdy