So you're saying it's real. And I'm, what... remembering it? Picking up on psychic residue drifting across realities? Because I sure as hell didn't will it into existence, that's a little too YA/middle-class inspirational self-help and neither of those genres are too concerned with forty year old black guys. Plus there's a whole lot of other people who don't seem to revolve around me at all.
Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't open with that. I doubt I'd have entertained it last week.