This really takes the treat.
I mean, I’ve been writing to the production staff at Harpo for MONTHS, telling them all about my terrible childhood, my adoption, how I’ve finally regained trust in people, how I’m following my dream of becoming a famous dancer, how J and Ms. P have taught me that “hope” isn’t just the providence of inspirational stump speeches…
And this jerk gets an all-expenses paid crating to Chicago?
Why? Because a car accident left him with only two legs and his rapid recovery is both heartwarming and inspirational? Pfft. If you want inspiration, you should see me kicking it on two of MY legs. The hind ones. To Journey.
But you know what, Oprah Winfrey? This “Dominic” business has me – for the first time in my short life – questioning my faith in the poetry of Steve Perry. That’s right – I might stop believing.
In you.
