There is a huge tropical depression going on in the comments somewhere, the post is so old I can't even find it, you know who you are. Interesting remark today about the two most intollerable criticisms: 1) you have no sense of humor; and 2) trouble? you don't know trouble.
I know that I am funny because people don't respect me enough to laugh out of a sense of duty. No trouble there. And I'm a little funny in the head, too.
Trouble? I had a client, Jack let's call him, well, his name was really Jack, and he was a young blond, blue eyed Polish Jew when the Nazi's came, he ran from them, his family all died, he got to the Russians and they arrested him as a Nazi and put him in the Gulag hunger camps for four years, the Russians then put him in a stooge Polish army unit, he deserted and made his way to Israel where he joined the Hagganah and bombed some shit, then fought with the Israeli army in 1948. That's trouble, my friends, bent little arms outstretched. If only stuff like that is trouble, none of us have any trouble; if any trouble is trouble, we all have trouble.
People write interesting stuff when they are annoyed. Keep it up, boys!