A random memory from I was younger and more easily angered than I am in my old age... a passenger in a car with two friends were hanging out with. We were in Surfer's Paradise, a place where I'm most likely to lose my shit because... oh god it's a horrible place. Just saying the name of that shiny cess pool of vugarity is enough to make my skin crawl. It should be called Vulgarian's Paradise. Culturally, artistically, gastronomically, it is a wasteland.So anyway, searching for a parking space at night with these no longer friends, no doubt heading for a dinnertime destination that wasn't too repugnant, I said politely from the back seat - there's a parking lot up ahead on the right.Driver said where? There. On the right.Where? Right here. On the right.I can't see it.It was back there.I didn't see it. I don't think it was there.IT WAS BACK THERE. IT HAD A SIGN SAYING 'PARKING' IN SIX FOOT FUCKING NEON LETTERS.There were snortles from the others, not so much from the driver. I still have my inner Incredible Hulk, but these days he is reserved for people who do bad shit, not simply people who missed A VERY OBVIOUS FUCKING PARKING SIGN.Flawed but striving for peace and kindness, this is The Way Of Black Rainbow. And larfs. #thewayofblackrainbow