these days, when people walk by my car on the sidewalk and i'm inside, there's only classical music playing.  i'll step outside to stretch my back, serene—i'm not looking around, afraid.  i don't particularly have a passion for the arts; i don't mind it, i've found i've heard every song on the radio.  i put it on 91.5, it takes three or four minutes adjusting to, like reading over the start of a play, then it fades into the background of my thoughts like the soft pang of acceptance, hearing the sweet voice of an old flame

- (smithers) that was pretty good, sir