The year was 1997, the month was June, the day was the 12th and on that day I had hit bottom. My wife had left me, my great uncle died and I had been diagnosed with carpel tunnel syndrome. Life was not looking up, until that night, around my friend Boon's mahogany coffee table during our usual thursday night bridge session, when all of a sudden from his foyer, the magical sounds of what seemed like a obese homeless musical artist were being ommitted. I had to investigate. So I went in to the hall where these enchanting and strangely seducing tunes were coming from. And sure enough my instincts were correct. It was an overly obese homeless man who was creating this auditory artwork. Immediately after this experience, my life completely turned around. The next day I met a bolemic french supermodel, my great uncle rose from the grave and my doctor said that not only had he mistakenly diagnosed me with carrpel tunnel syndrome but that I actually have a new release of a certain type of hormone that will never allow me to get sick ever again. So buy Wesley Willis I recommend it.