Brian and I went to Wahoo's for dinner tonight and as we were served our onion rings, a fight broke out. So these two guys are headlocked and rolling over tables, smashing into seated customers and slamming into the glass window, so hard that we seriously thought one of the guys was going to get thrown through it. And then a chair goes flying through the room, crashing into this thrashing mound of bodies. Behind us, people sourrounded the area; some gasped in disbelief but were riveted; others were fixed in stances of stern disapproval. One guy at the table closest to the brawl got up and said, quickly, "Uh...let's leave." He and his dining partner grabbed their coats and awkwardly exited. Other people blatantly ran out of the store, frightened. Meanwhile, Brian and I sat there, watching curiously just feet from the action, like, "Are they fighting? Oh yeah...those guys are fighting. Hey onion rings." Like it was dinner fucking theater.

What is wrong with us? Just sitting there like amused audience members. And meanwhile, all I can think about is, I wonder how each and every individual person in the room is experiencing this collective moment, and how awesome it would be to experience each of these different perspectives.

I wish I could live a million lives at the same time, see the same things and the same life from a million different eyes, and then be able to remember all that I have seen and have felt, all of this, before I die.