A Pile of Shit has a Thousand Eyes

I miss the days when you could walk down the train tracks with your friends without being accused of "going to see a dead body." In most cases, we are NOT going to see a dead body. In most cases, we are simply going out to pick up our dry cleaning. Occasionally we'll have lunch at that diner that sells vegetarian hamburgers, but lately we've been avoiding that place because they seem to have a fly problem in their kitchen.