Ever had a time when your brain would shut up? When I went to take a piss, I saw out of the corner of my eyes a huge roach running for dear life from me. I grabbed a nice, thick magazine and smashed the snot out of him. As I was about to resume relieving myself, my brain thought, “One down, a trillion more to go.” That’s the kind of thought that makes you wonder why you kill the ugly, nasty little buggers in the first place. I really hate roaches. Why, oh why, were they even created?