My life is not the carefully manipulated plots that Christoff wrote for Truman. I live in Roger Rabbit’s ToonTown. When I drive the car with the broken fuel line around town I can practically see the long Wiley Coyote fuse racing to catch up with the car. When I get the tree half-way lit and a fuse blows I can hear the laugh track. When I hear Doug’s broken muffler Jeep three blocks away I see the cartoon smoke trail. Some days it’s hard to see the humor because there’s a giant anvil on top of me but I’m sure this will be funny in retrospect. I wouldn’t mind enjoying the joke instead of being the object of the joke once in a while.