You know, when talking about my depression, in order to help people to understand its severity, I will often say that I’ve never experienced happiness, that I’ve never known a time in my life where I could say “I was happy then.” But that’s an oversimplification of the situation I think. There are, on occasion, moments, brief as they may be, when I get to experience complete and utter unbridled joy.
And I had one such moment today when I discovered that Paul Reubens was in a western.
The Paradox Machine 