You know, Dennis Rodman is really speaking to my soul here. I feel as if I’m sitting out at Walden Pond with Emerson and Thoreau, absorbing New Thought and Transcendentalism like a perfect little understudy.

But no, I’m sitting at my desk on my laptop on a sunny Chicago morning, watching a video of Dennis Rodman drunk in the back of a limo.

Actually, I guess it’s pretty much the same thing.