I know that I think a lot. Probably too much. And I know that there is no point to a lot of my thoughts. I simply LIKE envisioning the impossible. I ENJOY it. I like that I can look down at a discarded penny in the street and, judging by its placement, angle, and surroundings, create an entire story in my head about a man who replaced his teeth with pennies so he would always have spare change, and how he got in a pointless argument over a slice of pizza and got his front tooth-penny knocked out from a punch. And here I am, staring at his front tooth, dead in the street, worth so little that the bums don't even pocket it.