This is a great question for some of the big shots. I, myself, have no idea why I am here; and, honestly, words cannot explain the sort of pains that I feel every day. I am not an alcoholic, not a drug addict, not a gambler (etc....etc....). There has been no book written on my subject (which is why I must write one--oh, maybe THAT's why I'm here). But I know this (getting back to the big shots): I might not ever make $1 500 at a wedding; I might not ever win a coveted award from my peers in the DJ industry; I might never write the greatest "educational" article that convinces clients to hire me; but, I have made and continue to make people happy, whether I am DJing, tutoring, pizza advising, or acting badly (or even just saying that I'm a "bad actor"--that's, like, the talk of the town!).
In other words, perhaps few people will remember how "professional" I was, but many people will know that I cared and I took the time to put all of my effort into entertaining them.
As for Kirby: he made me cry today. And, because of him (and Big Head Dan), I am here, making a subtle spectacle of myself. There--he has done his job. Kirby, you may die now.