After eight weeks I'm finally able to ride the train again to work. It's nice to see the familiar faces of the 8:15 a.m. and 5:45 p.m. zealot crowd, but I wonder if any of them notice me and think Ohhhh yeahhh, that guy who's never reading scripture! He was probably in a car accident and he had to stay in a hospital bed while the devil mended his bones.

The truth is that my employer moved into a new building which allows me to leave my car at home, but more importantly it gives me a chance to make amends with those buttholes on MARTA by passing out my own kind of inspirational pamphlets:

Vote YES on Proposition: Let's Just Be Drunk All The Time, So We Can Be Friends. Because nothing bad ever came from being drunk all the time and being friends.