I was driving home from work this morning, and saw a dead fish lying in the middle of the interstate.

How the hell does that happen?

I’m not making light of a homicide. That would just be wrong. But in this story, something doesn’t belong. Namely, paragraph nine.

By the way, I live two blocks away from the scene where this happened. Home sweet home.

Update: the “Brushy” refered to in the article is actually a max-security state pen. So ends that confusion.