Sometimes there are signs everywhere. Sometimes, what looks like a surefire sigh turns out to be nothing but gibberish. If life were like the movies, there would be some amazing meaning to those letters and numbers on the wall behind Diego. But as life is as chaotic and random as, well, life... we get “EY8,” or, if I am generous, “I ate.” What did he eat? No idea. Does it matter? Not an EYOTA.
