There are all these patterns my brain falls into every day and their endless repetition sometimes make me feel crazy. Okay, strike 'sometimes.'

One of them goes like this: Almost every day I walk by a 'Firehose' sign. It's in the stairs at the YMCA where I swim. I come down the stairs from the locker room and there on the wall is this sign: Firehose.

And every time I walk by that sign, the lyrics to Good Time Boys from the Chili Peppers' Mother's Milk, pop into my head.

Tell you 'bout a band called Fire-hose!

I don't remember much of the rest of the song, but that one line will be in my head for most of the walk home. It's so predictable . . . and so annoying.

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