At Least They're Committed

I realized today that this photo of me grabbing Tom Brady’s @$$, taken while partying during the Super Bowl, is a metaphor for my life. Interesting.

This is of course before I had the angry, writhing meltdown cursing God (similar to the river scene in “Dogma”) because the Patriots lost. . . . Come to think of it, the tirade was probably a metaphor, too. Am I deep and philosophical or what? No? OK, yeah, I am full of $hit.

Anyway, God and I made up. In fact, He’s helping a friend of my brother recover from an accidental gunshot wound in the abdomin he received while working at a sporting goods store. It could have been a lot worse. Guess that’s more important than the Patriots’ perfect season.