Slapstick Saints

Slapstick Saints I grew up watching the Three Stooges late at night. The slapstick drew me in first, the chaos, the noise, the absolute commitment to absurdity. But somewhere along the way I realized there was something else hiding right in plain sight. They fought constantly. Insulted each other, hurt each other, drove each other absolutely crazy. But the moment an outsider took a swing at one of them, the dynamic shifted completely. Suddenly it wasn't three idiots arguing. It was one unit, focused, and entirely unbothered by the odds. Then they'd go right back to hitting each other the moment it was over. That's not dysfunction. That's family. I've been lucky enough to find people like that in my life. We don't always get along. We say things we shouldn't, we frustrate each other, we go quiet when we should speak up. But there's a line nobody crosses without finding out what we're actually made of. We don't gotta like each other every minute of the day. But if you call, we're already on the way. This one's for my Stooges. Every ridiculous, infuriating, irreplaceable one of them.