I know, I know, I should have thought it through a little more before I let it affect you. And I know my show isn’t getting rave reviews, the Daily News said it was pompous and confused. The problem’s not that hard to solve, it’s just a matter of the standard Who knows what and who knows who. But I was planning far too long for things to happen in a fashion they were not intended to.

I know, I know, I dug myself a hole that wasn’t going to be one I could control, and I know your role is complicated by the grave manipulations of a reckless-hearted soul. You’re not the type to get slights, you’re not the type who should be fighting for a consolation prize. You have every right to decline, to stand aside, to take a bye and get on with your life.

I know you don’t have a lot of dough to blow on stupid stuff that will only turn to dust. And I won’t know the death blow, I’ll just feel my head a-spin as you deliver what must be the final thrust. From the curb it’s hard not to feel somewhat unnerved that I just got everything that I deserve, and as I gaze up at your frozen face, you close your eyes and walk away without a word.

I know, I know.