Forget the jokes, the truth hurts
Two days ago, I got an urgent message from my friend Stephanie, who wanted to know if I had gotten any death threats yet. And if not, she wanted to know if the reason I wasn't answering my phone was because I was, at the time, being held in a headlock. Later that night, I went to my other job at the SRSC, where I was asked if I had gotten any scathing e-mails, or anyone knocking on my front door yet. The guy told me that he would not have been able to write what I wrote. Which led me to ask, what is it really that I did? Wrote the truth? Sorry to have to go back to the old cliche, but it's true that the truth hurts.

