Thanks to a few emails, the fabulous M. And my frequent commenters (thanks guys), I’m re-examining my inner douche.

Dvae is right that ther’s a bit more going on. The bit more is at my comedy beginnings I kind of believed this guy. In retrospect, very stupid.

So, imagine the high school bully that had you looking in the mirror fucking emailing you for no damn good reason. All of the anger you should have jammed down his pathetic throat calls to you. At the same time, most all of the non-lizard cells in your brain say who the fuck cares?

Equal feelings that create inertia. Who the fuck cares, right?

Or, I’ll start listening to this guy, and go to town imitating the brain of a psycho right back at him.