I’d rather be standing on my stage with the people I love, living someone’s hilarious story.

I’d rather be playing kazoos shaped like trumpets with the most effervescent gals I’ve ever encountered.

I would rather cackle like ravens in the middle of the frozen-food aisle because my mother is alive and well.

There is nothing I would rather do, than experience bubbling, breezy, brash life;

because even when it beats you down, or finds yet another reason to leave you unsatisfied, we retain the remedy to rip life a new one.