One of my favorite things about being the protagonist of my own life is how my music library is still peppered with random sound effects from plays I helped make twelve years ago. Airport ambient sounds and distant explosions and old phones ringing. So when I’m driving around and the three only Pandora stations I listen to (Paul Simon / Beyonce / Heart) have worn out their welcome, and I decide to shuffle through my itunes, every few hours or so my car will be filled with the sounds of a large toilet flushing for 27 seconds. And I never skip it. I just never, never do.