as i drive around this city lately
I've got this tourism bureau-ready slogan floating in my head all the time. Like a (sadly legitimate) worry and a joke wrapped up in one.
"Kansas City -- Where a stray bullet has your name on it."
It's so true; it's awful. It's so awful; it's true.
And that's it really, not much swimming around in my sleep-short brain these days ... besides some meta reading of the latest Mad Men episode (ah what a turn on the head of the Camelot days) which I doubt anyone would be even vaguely interested in without a few Harvey Wallbangers down the hatch first.