Warning: They are very serious words, for I am a very serious dope fiend.
Guy sits next to you on the train, spreads his legs as far apart as you think could be humanly possible, and you’re suddenly squashed up against a glass panel or door with little room to breathe. And who said sorry? Probably you.
We all have passions. One of mine is defending jokes in an increasingly outrage-feeding-frenzy-driven society. Making that point after The Onion c-word tweet, however, did more harm than good, and I apologize.