The Phil Spector (no relation to Regina) trial reached a verdict today...and it looks like we've got a mistrial ! But on the bright side, we've also got a hung jury. Hit it! I've come a little bit set in my ways. After bungy jumping and all the assorted insanity you'd expect from someone with a death wish, life just seems a little bit dull. So, I've decided to only speak in the third person from now on. All of my heroes in life do it. Rickey Henderson. Bob Dole. God. Denny Crane. The Rock. Julius Caesar. Steve Holt . Barry Gibb. Duffman. Disco Stu. Homie the Clown. The Jimmy . And they've turned out okay. These are great men and being in their company would be a big step up for me. I picture myself standing on a balcony, standing before the Roman assembly, proclaiming "MAX WILL SAVE YOU FROM YOUR PLIGHT!" as I triumphantly exit as the huddled masses chant my name. It will also further my existential crisis about whether or not I see my...
Over-caffeinated and underpaid. Go America. Go Dodgers.