I don't drink and drive.

The pain in you is intense, my friend. I feel it. With each pound that I gain and each hair follicle that dies on my balding head, a little bit of you dies, too.

All I can do is suggest you take some sort of meditation class and learn to live and let live. The burning of my urethra each time I pee is nothing compared to the burning of your tortued soul. Am I right?

You know I am....