Being rejected can make you do funny things. Not funny ha ha, more like “They will never find your body” ha ha. Like when my first marriage ended and I narrowly avoided having my skull crushed by a flying snow globe the size of a basketball. Good times right?
Don’t worry about me though, it’s been ten years since then and I’ve almost stopped having the night terrors about the whole thing. Yeah Prozac!
That reminds me, I do joke about stalking quite a bit, perhaps I should do my “exercises.”
I miss Phil Hartman.