You know.... you start to think everything is all right in the world. The sun is shining, the birds are chirpping, little kids are playing in the park. It's like it's all in balance...

Then you read that Michael Bolton was in a heavy metal band, and the world turns ugly... and you start smoking pot to try to mask the pain that you feel.

Then one day, it's raining... some bird hits your windshield and breaks it's neck, and you swerve. You see the little girl in your headlights right before you mow her down. You want to stop, but the pot has dulled your reflexes.

And as the cops lead you away in handcuffs you just keep screaming, "Fucking Michael Bolton! Fucking Michael Bolton!"

This is why I believe there is no God.

Thank you, goodnight.