I'm on the El, meditating, getting my space, trying to blow up all the bad juju and karma that has kind of accumulated around me. The Heavy Metal is rattling full throttle. The sun is burning brightly in the afternoon sky. I look up and this message (Is it from the Gods, or Satan himself?) slaps me in the kisser: "Squeeze Cash Out of Your Lemon!" And I think to myself: "If only it were that easy!"