But, you know, each of us is divided into sections, brains, hemispheres, portions of the whole, faces, places, trading spaces. Thus it is I mean to say, you can't judge a book by the spots on its dick... Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah... that ain't right... What I mean to say is, we've all got problems, we've all got issues. Some of us are pedophiles. Some of us are murderers. I've seen rapists, rappers, bleeding assholes, misogyny, sacrilegion, whoring, faking, posing, interposing. But I haven't seen the bulls run yet, and how long it's been since I scraped the pipe for metal shards. That being said, tonight might be the night. Stabbing up in there. Bleeding out the eye. Look, I don't make the rules. I just listen, with a still, small ear, for the sound of the room, checking to see if everyone's got the right timing, and if it's time again yet to insert myself.