It seemed that the quiet spell in the advice game was going to be broken at last, until the latest person to enter started to tell his tale. Bruce, for it was he, didn’t exactly have a problem – it seemed more as if he was intent on telling us all about his car driving escapades. “Some guys they just give up living,” he posited, “and start dying little by little, piece by piece. Some guys come home from work and wash up then go racin’ in the street.” As a philosophy it had some merit, embrace life – and do the thing that you love. So, why did Bruce sound as nihilistic as those he disparaged? Why, beneath the braggadocio was there the distinct sense of a life unfulfilled and unfulfilling? It was a conundrum.
Normally this sort of thing would get the advice panel discussing the right way forward, and it might take us a while to come up with a solution. However in this case advice uncle Rob Waller came up with a snappy intervention that cut to the heart of the matter: “you’re an accident waiting to happen” he growled. However there was a way out of this strip racing death wish, and this advice was also provided, also in a deep growl: “Stop driving like an asshole.” And with that, The Boss was shown the door.