The height of my epiphany came over me like a silent fart from an old dog. That great game of musical chairs has been played and I am the one left standing. I think I got pushed heading for that chair and then the other chair was pulled out from underneath me.
Next Missy Koonce and friends broke into a horrible sing-along rendition of Rent's 'Seasons of Love'. It was at that point that I wished I were anywhere but on this planet. I think my heart broke a little more; perhaps the duct tape and gorilla glue are losing their grip.