Sometimes you want to hit a person in the face with a brick and thus reveal to them, by the bloody mass to which you have reduced their face, the vast, and in its own way impressive, expanse of their stupidity. Sometimes you want to hit the whole world in the face with a brick. Sometimes you want to hit yourself in the face with a brick. Sometimes you look around yourself and ask, "These are my friends?", and then you want to break down and cry.

And sometimes Nick Coliadis calls you out of the blue and saves your life.