I got stoned.

I got stoned this morning on the way to work.

No, I wasn't pulling tubes in the front seat of my Honda civic. Not even close.

I was driving to work on Road 443 bopping my head and rocking out to Matthew Sweet's Girlfriend album when I caught out of the corner of my eye a football sized rock coming over the hill to my right. When you are driving 120 kpm it's not that easy to evade object without losing control of the vehicle. I braced myself for impact as the rock came crashing down right in front of my car. Luckily, it missed me, slammed into the ground into a bunch of pieces and I drove right over it. It was quite a surreal moment. Everything slowed down and it took me a couple of seconds to realize that the rock was thrown and hadn't just fallen from the hill. While the rock was in the air it was quite apparent that it was volleyed over the hill. It wasn't just a loose rock. I reported it to the soldiers at the roadblock about ten minutes up the road. Road 443 goes through the territories and is no stranger to rock attacks and shootings. For awhile, it was pretty much a shooting gallery. There was a time that no one really took the road because of the danger. I think it was the newspaper Ma'ariv that dubbed it "The Road of Death."

According to Barak's Camp David plan the road was supposed to be the border of Israel/Palestine. The Geneva Plans gives 433 to the Palestinians. Road 443 is a parallel route to Jerusalem from Tel Aviv, not just any road. It's a main artery and cuts the trip to J-town in half. They recently built a new bypass road and put up huge cement blocks to protect commuters from shootings and stonings.

Oh, and check this out. The song on the disc that was playing was "Divine Intervention."

Believe it!