I know, at some point, it almost makes sense for me to call this an SNL blog, as it's about the only thing keeping me afloat. At some point, I knew I would have to transition towards something with less personal substance, as my prose would need to become bottled and used to pay bills. At some point, the relationships I entered would force me to confront a level of maturity that could no longer be picked apart on these pages, with women who would not put up with that kind of cowardly assault. At some point I would grow too close to the people I ultimately admire, or detest, and write about. At some point, this could get awkward. I'm not sure I'm quite there yet, so we're not about to permanently close any pages. Right now, I'm just glad Will Ferrell is a broach enthusiast.
