Whenever an escalator to "success" ascends without you, Laurel, (just "swoosh-h-h-h-h-h!" right into the sky leaving you on the ground), it's always because there's another one on the way that will go even higher, with your name plastered all over it.
Not to mention a booming sound system, tripped out wheels, and fuzzy dice.
Born to run,
The Universe
You really have some interesting friends on this side, Laurel.
