What the deuce?!
So what's all this about, then? I don't know, really. Maybe this is mildly more appealing than the prospect of going back to that spreadsheet and if that's the case, I salute you, Cube Monkeys of the world. Perhaps some nuggets of wisdom reside in these lines like so much glimmering gold in a mountain river, perhaps not. Maybe if more people took the time to reach into their hearts and pull out their own personal sifter and plunge it into the River Mike's refreshing babble we could all get along? Who knows? Until then, here's some stuff I either saw or heard about/ first hand never word of mouth on my travels and if I thought it was worth pointing out to you and then you agree, then perhaps my dream of working in an office environment where the "Business Pound" is the preferred method of concluding bidness will be one step closer.

Unrequested Gang Affiliations
Everyone knows it – gangsters are cool. I love 'em, you love 'em, it's the way ahead for a successful and prosperous youth in America and beyond. So, imagine my surprise to also recently discover on a local pole (the metal tube not the hardy European variety) a handy reminder from your friendly neighbourhood Kings of which side of the colour spectrum to dress. Keep up the good work, fellas. Loved you in Carlito's Way.

Unrequested Gang Recruitment Drives
Nothing wrong with the Guardian Angels. I enjoy my fair share of vigilantism and try and get a good solid two hours of pro active do-gooding in before work each day. On one subway trip what should I find but a photocopied flyer encouraging me to align myself the Angels Way, and not by riding a Harley Davidson motorcycle. I particularly enjoyed the last bullet point describing how the Guardian Angels are now "assisting with Homeland Security" and that can only be a good thing.

Boombox Prohibitions
Where's the beef?? An almost inexplicable campaign silence waged by the pro-book/anti-Radio-Raheem element of Hudson County – successfully so, judging by the warning sign outside of Jersey City's Public Library. A $500 fine seems a bit steep just for the pleasure of hearing Public Enemy's Fight the Power amplified by D Batteries to almost deafening levels, if you ask me. But, alas, the legislature did not and so here we are. Kids around here play a devilish game of cat and mouse with the boys in blue by carrying the "Continental" style of church hall-based aerobics portable hi-fi.

Such a ruse enables the youth to keep Young Jeezy and Lil Jon on thump right up to the moment when the coppers cruise by and avoid an old fashioned gafflin' at the hands (specifically the truncheons) of the local one time. All of this legal loopholery just goes to show that there could be a fine generation of ballin' trial lawyers up in here if they would only get they study on. But as the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E-Double S – E lamented 'And it ain't about IQ / some of these kids are making more than doctors / and didn't finish high school'. In fact, one temporary colleague of mine noted that he could name two different people who had both dropped out of a local High School yet returned there each and every lunchtime in order to roll dice for money. Looking good there, fellas.

Until the next time, keep on keeping on and watch out for those who wanna make you prooooove that it's bulletproof.

This has been a real pleasure – this has been Mike Czech on the good foot.

Good night and God bless,

Mike