 I choose life. This trail is not for the faint of heart mate. It's a pretty steep climb in here. So listening to James B. Stewart's book on Sumner Redstone's final days and Sumner Redstone complains that the two gold diggers are looking after him and are importing themselves like you know hookers. But that's precisely who we chose to spend most of his final days with. I think that's so universal right? We castigate very people that we chose to be in our life. It's like damn how dare you be exactly what I wanted. And that's what he chose. Then he castigates them to being exactly who we chose. Okay let's see how we do down here. Coming hard. So I dated some born stars and I couldn't handle it. Like the first few weeks was exciting but I couldn't handle exactly what I'd chosen. Once the intense feelings began I couldn't handle their contributions to the cinematic arts being forever memorialized. I couldn't imagine going into a party. I'd be really proud. Have one on my arm. On the other hand there's very strong photographic evidence that at least these girls went racist.