I really am. And I started early. I was in primary school when I learned a poem about a starving, freezing sparrow in winter. When I was called upon to recite a poem for Santa Clause, I chose this one:

Children, I am the sparrow.  
Children, I am shattered.
...

It brought the house down. My family has never allowed me to forget this occasion.

This is me quite a few years later. I was dressed as half a cardinal, half a rabbi and I officiated at a catholic-jewish hash wedding.

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