It's wicked to mock the afflicted

I worry about a lot of things. I worry how I will handle fame and wealth. This might seem arrogant or presumptuous, but I also worry about zombie attack and have contingency plans for that eventuality as well. Most of all, I worry whether I am a good man.

Recently I attended a wedding for two of the good'uns, beautiful people in every sense. I also had a birthday around the same time. Both events made me take notice of the people with whom I have surrounded myself and call friends.

If a man's friends are any mark to the quality of his soul, then I can worry a little less about whether I am a good person. Cheers to you all.