I was walking from the train station to work, thinking about how seeing “Swimming to Cambodia” in junior high changed my life, it was a whole new way of telling a story to me, and how sad it is that Spalding Gray is gone now, and then a car almost hit me because ONCE AGAIN the idiot behind the wheel was talking on his cell phone and having a good old time turning into the parking lot without looking at what the fuck MIGHT be in his way. Why do motorists in Chicago treat pedestrians with such utter contempt?