Ping Pong was crying again.  She always does it at about 3:30 in the morning when I’m traveling half way around the world with that cute singer/rapper guy.

I know.  In my dreams.

Since I’m a bit of an insomniac and too lazy to find the remote, I grab a girl’s next best friend:  my Blackberry.   I’m always looking for the news and I keep coming across this news article of a convicted child killer who should have gotten 150 years for a brutal attack that occurred in 1978.

You would think that as long as I’ve been in the business, I would be immune to hearing about this kind of stuff.  I’m not.

This story is SO wrong on so many levels.  It has traces of words like:  a 2-year-old…boyfriend…convicted killer…felony…enticement…11-year-old girl.

I’m not like Ping Pong.  I hope that I’m getting to a comfort zone in my head where I still know when to whine.  and when to scream.

“…released from prison after serving 28 years…”

This news story…?  I’m SCREAMING! only most won’t hear me.  It was 3:30am and outside of me and the dog, everyone else in the house was asleep.