A Funny Thing Happened on The Way To A Job Interview.

As I was driving down the Sunset Strip today, I saw a man defecating on the sidewalk, right in front of the House of Blues. While you might find this thought gives you the dry-heaves, you will no doubt appreciate the cosmic irony inherent in it. That an area where you'll see more Bentleys in one day than Fords, Chevys and Toyotas combined, is still considered by some to be the place where they go to the bathroom. (I wonder if only some places are considered the toilet, or if everything's toilet, or whether he has any conception of what a toilet is.)
Anyway, back to our homeless friend--I'm sure that shortly thereafter he was beaten senseless by an entire precinct; but for that moment, he believed himself to be the immortal, flaming spear-throwing, elephant-headed King of the Universe. Or not. Yeah, probably not. Probably just thought he was Jesus.