(with music) I cracked under the pressure. Repeatedly. Even more than I thought I could. When will I ever learn? When I give my heart, I give completely. And it's a heart that's been dropped from every trust fall, repeatedly, on the concrete, so there's not even enough to scrape together to tinsel a Hannukah tree. What? No one's gonna be watching me. I can Hannukah however the hell I want. I'm an atheist. I might be the only freestyling banjolele playing secret atheist Dada-artist Hannukah enthusiast there will be on that tiny island across the see. If you need me, you know where I'll be. Just… if you come, be gentle with me? And please, dude, please don't tell me to hit you. Not even as a joke. If you're reading this I think you'll understand -- I'd much rather hold your hand, and be your man. Or dude. I know you're not reading this, but mazel tov for all the rest of your birthdays (please have lots) and l'chaim for your album releases (ditto) and mahalo for the memories. That part I want to keep and take with me. It won't take up space I need for other things, you see. I'm movin' on. I tried to not spill any of the beans you shared with me. I was in a hurry. I had to fly away to be free before I ran out of money and was left with only one option: to swan dive off a cliff 'cause the world was much too shocking and painful to see. Trouble. Please be kind. I don't want no fight, and I haven't got a lot of time…