It's days like these, when I get back to the crib close to 11pm, that I wonder whether life is really worth it, especially considering that I've been up since 5.45 or thereabouts. I long for the comparatively laid-back Kenyan lifestyle; this sh*t here is crazy, an early sentence to the sanatorium.
But I'm a big boy, I'll live. Besides, I've Peter to keep me laughing. Not to mention some throwback clips of some of the wacky things I did back in the day. Feel free to peruse them at will.
[Pep talk to self:] And you know what, despite how much life sometimes sucks, it's not that bad. At least I can laugh for free.