It don't mean a thing if it ain't sung by Sting
I went on a bike ride to clear my head of adjectives and found myself in an alleyway behind a paint shop. There was a back door labelled "Babes" and I wondered for a while what was on the other side. Then, it turned suddenly cold, so I bought a Frappuchino from the BP and biked back home. The neighborhood skaters sniped me with a pellet gun as I crested a hill. I looked utterly defeated and murmured something like, "C'mon, it's hard enough without you guys."