'Cause Mama Didn't Raise No Fool

As I embarked on my walk to work this morning I was surprised to hear 2Pac's Changes blaring from my iPod earphones. I didn't remember listening to 2Pac on my way home last night, nor was I particularly in the mood for a "2 Pack" joint, as my dad would call him. However, after a few bars, I realized that my iPod was trying to tell me something by shuffling to this posthumous anthem.

As a result, I've committed myself to a difficult, yet important change of my own. I'm putting myself on detox until, well, Saturday. At that point I'll dress up in a school tie and trousers in hopes of meeting some studious ladies in short skirts and knee highs at a club called School Disco (what else?).

I think I'm going to go as a teacher.

Rat tat tat tat tat, that's the way it is.