Earlier today, a car ran a red light right in front of me, and I was able to stop in time, leaving the guy in the lane next to me to be on the recieving end of a pretty violent collision by LAX.

I never was one to believe that death haunts people like in Final Destination, but in this instance, the inconvenience and frustration of a crumpled front end was an inevitability, and it comes to me later in the day in the form of a revitalized John Gotti biopic directed by Joe "Generic Name" Johnson and starring John Travolta.

You can't cheat fate. There's a whole saga behind this thing that you really don't want to get into, as it involves Lohan, Kardashian, and Joe Pesci coming out of retirement, then suing the producers because he got too fat. Ok. Maybe you do want to revisit it.

It sounds pretty funny.