Why did that taxi swerve to try and hit me? Why did that mother abandon her baby in the park? Why do people lie? Why is there so much food and so many of my brothers and sisters starving?

Fact is, there are no good answers to any of these or other important questions.

Let’s get real. It’s mostly random.

Maybe you’re being here is random too.

But that won’t stop us from having a great time!

And if no one gives us answers, we’ll just make up our own.

So . . . my beautiful brothers and sisters, stay with me.

Don’t be a stranger. Just be strange. Why?

Because strange is not boring!

Strange is all I have.