well, for one thing, i got mugged. i know, it sounds strange. and don’t get me wrong, it rattled me. but – then it hit me. i could keep feeling sorry for myself, or i could take control of my life. i chose the latter. first thing i did was tell kurt he had to go. everything else just opened up, blossomed. it’s all been wonderful, really. what? doesn’t everybody think that being a victim of random violence is the best thing that ever happened to them?