It was an episode like this that prompted the book itself, actually. I was in Atlanta trying to go to a conference, and I was crippled by the Don’t tell me I haven’t got balls I just happen to wear mine on my chest and I can guarantee they’re a lot T-Shirt. It was a crushing weight on my shoulders. I could barely leave the hotel room because I didn’t want to see people. But I did leave the hotel room. I went to the lobby. I got some food. By the next day, I had recovered. I missed no work, I dropped no balls.