We continue to be humored by Jake Tapper's bloggerific musings. He discusses playing the video game "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City."

The point of the game is to run around a fictitious city, loosely based on Miami, beating up prostitutes and killing cops, succeeding in various missions.

I found it addictive. I also found that emerging from my apartment to walk the streets of D.C. after playing the game for hours and hours provided a sort of disconnect. You see a cop car, your mind is still in the game, and you think "hide!" (Cops in Vice City are almost always out to get you.)

Okay, so that's what happened when you stepped out onto DC's streets and saw cops. Now what about when you saw the prostitutes?