I worked as an ER orderly for a while. Evening shift on weekends. It was a town with a fair amount of gang violence, so I’d see my old high-school fellow students and my neighbors coming in with stab and gunshot wounds. If they were conscious, we’d chat: “How’s your sister, Phuta?” “Good, Manny. Is your brother out of Chino yet?” “Nah, he got extra time for a fight.” “Sounds like him.”

But it was the car accidents and industrial accidents that were the most gruesome.

Remember Death cigarettes?

I’d wake up and say “You’ve got the wrong room, mate.”

Otherwise “it was just a prank bro” would be an okay excuse for any form of acting shitty.

If this implies that arsehole prankster influencers should be arrested and fined in this manner: yes, please.

Some people just can’t take a joke.

Send that person to McConnell, if he’s even alive anymore.

I’m in a small English city and it’s the proverbial 15-minute city. It’s very walkable (with a few glaring exceptions) and there’s very little need to drive. I only keep the car to go on European road trips and to visit country pubs where the buses don’t run often enough.

Vancouver’s definitely nice, though affordability is a major problem.

Yep, American-style suburbs are a cancer. If you want to create car dependency, anomie, isolation and despair, well, suburbs are very effective.