This has not been my most creative day. It hurts more than pain to admit that there are people in the world who sometimes fluke their way into coming up with an idea that I would have eventually come up with, if I was just left alone in a world without Bon Jovi. First I found out that all those years of learning voodoo didn’t work when Jon Jovi’s vocal chords continued to sonically assault society. Then I found out that becoming the Patron Saint of Mockers wasn’t on the cards due to the technicality of having to be dead before you can become a saint. At least Jill Y’s mother is happy so that’s a thing.