I was planning on discussing tonight's speeches, but I've decided to allowed "those who said it best" sum it up for you.  Click the audio below and save yourselves the better part of an hour.  Enjoy.

      I'm reminded of something Christopher Titus once stated.

"The mistake I made was after my last show I said, god give me a new idea for a new special, and god went, You're getting a divorce.  So it turns out you got to be a lot more fucking specific when you talk to god.  Don't just give him a blank slate and let him run with it."

      Something about this seems familiar.  I was amazed!  My last post goes up at 6am...long night...and then that afternoon, I get a request for help.  I remember thinking, "either somebody is as cloak & dagger as moi (which I'd be amazed and proud of), or the universe really likes to help a brother out." Then I find out that the universe really likes to screw w/ a brother.  I kind of feel like Daffy Duck when he tried his hand at being Robin Hood.  "Ho!  Haha!  Guard!  Turn!  Parry!  Dodge!  Spin!  Ha!  Thrust! (insert sound effect)" Poor Daffy.  Always with the beak.  Ah hell...at least I'm helping.  Not the sort of help I was shootin' for, but help nonetheless.  I guess beggars can't be choosers.  A win's a win.

      In my short time, on this rock, I've been through a lot.  Mind you, not as much as some...but I've had my fair share.  They've been painful experiences (physical & mental).  Honestly, I'd rather not have to experience them ever again.  They were not fun.  But I've found something that bothers me more.  It's having to stand idly by while a friend goes through one of these experiences.  In fact, it's two friends now.  Not connected, though.  Similar situations and similar personalities.  I'm not the "go to" for either of them.  But I sure as hell get to hear about both.  I just don't get to help.  A lot of people would stand here and say that they're glad that they don't have to be that "go to" person.  They are glad that they don't have to deal with someone else's bullshit.  Well...that's not me.  I don't do well with idle stances.  If I can help...I damn well want to help.  Hell...I don't know if I can help.  I don't know if I would say the right things.  All I know is that I hate being put on the sidelines when I have ideas.  I hate "thinking" that I could make it better.  I hate seeing a friend in pain.  I hate not being allowed to help.  It just tears me up inside.