It's Not All About Me

Not everyone can wrap dignity around a broken heart but Mike Tully does a noble job of packaging and sending it back for repairs. Don't worry man, it's just like that city bus we took to get to the beach in Rio which was supposed to take five minutes. You think you know where you're going, you pat yourself on the back for achieving what seemed like the impossible ("there's nothing like mastering mass transit in a foreign city" said the fool), then two hours later you end up outside of a football stadium totally confused with the bus driver asking you god-knows-what and all you can do is smile. Eventually the ride ends back where you started. No progress but the scenery was nice, no?