So a moth goes to the chiropodist.
“Doctor†says the moth – “you gotta help me.â€
“OK†replies the chiropodist, “what seems to be the problem?â€
“Doc†the moth says, “I’m just so depressed. I hate my job, I hate my friends, I hate everything about my life. I’ve so lost interest in my job I don’t think my boss Mr Rabinovich even knows what I do. This morning I woke up with my wife next to me and I thought, “I don’t love her any moreâ€. Juliana my daughter, she’s running all over town ‘til late at night and I don’t know where she is or even if she gets home at all sometimes. My son Ricardo, every time I look at him I see in his face the same cowardice I see when I look in the mirror – if it wasn’t for that cowardice I swear I’d take out the loaded Colt 45 I keep under the bed and just just blow my brains out.â€
“Dear god moth†says the chiropodist, "you’re clearly in deep trouble here.â€
“I know†says the moth, “I just don’t know which way to turn any more. Can you help me?â€
“Well†says the chiropodist, “let me ask you a question first.â€
“Anything Doc†says the moth, “shootâ€.
“I was just wondering†says the chiropodist, “why you’ve come to a chiropodist for help with this.â€
“Why?†says the moth, “why? Obviously…
…because your light was on."