Some people call me the space cowboy.  Some call me the gangster of love.  Some people call me Maurice.  And some people call me an idiot.

For those of you who are low-brow enough to sling names in my blog, I'd appreciate it if you could bring yourself to walk a little straighter and stop dragging your knuckles on the ground.  It's embarrasing, really. 

Now, if people have something constructive to say, then by all means, say it and I will read your comments with a huge, goofy smile on my face whether they're good or bad.  This is my blog and it is filled with my thoughts, even if they are strange and unorthodox.  You don't need to agree with them.  You don't have to like them.  But, if you feel like you need to tell me that I'm being an idiot, then please try to defend your statement.  At least then, we have some knowledge of what the hell you are talking about and I can try to defend myself. 

If you can't explain the reason for your apparant need to belittle others, then I suggest looking into a mirror when you decide to embark upon the apparent joys of name calling.  That way, instead of having the fun and humor completely lost on the likes of someone like me, the euphoria can be experienced to the fullest by not one...but two people who have the ability to appreciate it.  You....and your reflection.

CHEERS!