There is only one place on this planet where I feel truly and completely comfortable enough to be myself. Only one place where I know I will be loved and accepted for who I am, no matter how twisted or raucous my behavior. That one place is my mother's kitchen in the company of my two brothers. We stay up all night, eat like gluttons, sing songs and be as sarcastic and crude as we desire, laughing all the way. And not just any laughter, mind you, but the sort of big-assed belly laughs that reverberate throughout your body and make you cry, fart, pee and gasp for breath all at once. There are no lines to cross in Mom's kitchen, because all barriers were shattered long ago. That is why it is the basis of who I am and who I want to be. It is Full Frontal Honesty.
When I listen to Jack and Kyle I am transported to that place. They are my brothers and together we sing some fucking sweet-assed harmony. I am infinitely grateful to have an oasis for those times when it feels like I'm speaking in tongues and no one on earth can translate. Days like that were pretty damn lonely before I found an insta-cure in Tenacious D. So thanks, boys, I owe you big time.
