The Ghosts of Thousands of Plastic Army Men

The sun came out without anything having to die, which I think is a good deal, all around.

Today while driving back to work, I saw this gaunt man, smoking a cigarette at what might been a jaunty angle.  Except there were two of them, one at each side of his mouth.  So, instead of looking grizzled (think homeless Spike Spiegel), he resembled a sickly walrus.

I also saw a man wearing a shirt that said "Prison Jesus."  I don't know what that means.