Ever get the feeling that you're gonna be a security guard, bounty hunter, or trucker at some point in your life? Like, not just a little fantasy, but a full blown premonition that this is where your life is heading? Today I experienced this feeling.

I was doing laundry, minding my own business, thinking drawing ideas when suddenly, like a semi full of Lay-Z-Boy couches haulin' ass, doin' like 90 down an Arizona free way, the feeling that I'm meant to be a trucker at some point in my life hit me.

Which is odd, because I have no desire to be a trucker, mostly because I think I'd be terrible at it.

I mean, sure I'm good at driving, navigating, and general ass-haulery, but that doesn't guarantee I'd be a good trucker. Mostly because I'm not the truck-driving type.

I mean, the stereotypical truckers are big guys and man-haters, and I'm no big guy, and I do love me some man. And they have to scratch themselves IN PUBLIC, and have names like Bubba or Big Clancy. Or Donna. And then they have to stop for hitchhikers and then put them through no less than 89 minutes of gut-wrenching psychological torture set to a PHENOMENAL soundtrack by... Like Klaus Badelt or someone, and ultimately kill no less than THREE teenaged hitchhikers travelling in a large group.

And then there's the drug-muleing side business...

It just seems like too much work to me, you know?