I tried to see Slumdog Millionaire last night with Mikey B. I lasted about 20 minutes and just had to get up and go. Too much for me. Maybe I'm like an ostrich. No, I've been to India and have seen some of that stuff with my own eyes. Seen some of that meanness, felt that hatred. Maybe I just didn't want to relive it on a screen that's like 50 feet wide. I'm glad people are going to see the movie and I'm glad that I supported the movie with my money. Little Jamal was so beautiful. I can't reconcile my heart today. The world is unreconciled, so out of balance. It just doesn't add up.