A pack of dogs.

Setting: Two people who have been to third world countries talking about stray dogs and buying an English language paper, food and the company of old men all while taking a stroll.

Me: Stray dogs are never vicious because they know they will get shot.

Her: No, they're homeless. They know they'll get more scraps of bread through kindness than by being mean.

Now, with three jobs at three of the best places to work in Portland, I have to wonder my motivation for not being a mean stray dog.

I'll think about that when I walk home, the scooter pooped out last night and I've slept 7 hours in the past 48. It's time to listen to Emininem and be white and angry. Just not angry around the right people.