The Road We Walk

Curry and the Mrs. recently produced offspring. The Boy begins his long path of education come Tuesday. Tomorrow is Labor Day. In a freak accident, a 78 year old 49's fan was killed by a runaway horse last Thursday. Four separate things that came together in a not altogether uncommon convergence (excepting the weird circumstances with the horse) that perfectly symbolizes the bitter road we all walk. Despite the joy that accompanies having a child I can't think of a better representation of life's nihilism than this blistering one-off masterpiece of twenty years ago by a bunch of guys in some sharp suits. Try to shake it off and have a good holiday...