I met Dom Deluise on a day that the only reason not to kill myself was that it would mean the people making feel that way would "win".

My stripper had just dumped me because she was in love with our roommate, my best friend. As I pieced the puzzle together I realized that practically all of my close friends at the time would have know what was going on behind my back and had not told me anything. But if I had really wanted to kill myself I would not have been dropping my car off to get the brakes fixed before I went to the only place that made sense to me at the time... Death Valley.

As I meandered away from the repair shop not really wanting to go back to the townhouse where my friendship was clearly not reciprocated, a car pulled up and I heard Could You Tell Me How To Get To Such & Such Street? I'd delivered pizza in this corner of Studio City for several years while I was an "actor". So I quickly told him exactly how to get there and continued shuffling my feet down the sidewalk. He said No Wait Please I Have A Really Important Meeting and I'm Really Bad With Finding Places These Days. So I told him again. He said Do You Have Any Place You Need To Be? Could You Go With Me And Make Sure I Get There? I had no place I wanted to be; so I opened the door of his white Lincoln Town Car; leaned in close and said "You're not going to try to Fuck Me are you? OH No, No; Really I just Need Some Help. I Can Drop You Off Wherever You Need To Be After My Meeting.
I got in.