There was a time, way back when, where I was dating a jack-hole.  This particular (female) jack-hole was very self-obsessed.  I loved her (or thought I did), so I made it ALL about her.  So much so that I almost quit my comedy career.  I don’t even think that registered on jack-hole’s radar screen because jack-hole was all about jack-hole.  I see her around the scene today and she still pretty much is obsessed with herself.  But, I’m not here to complain about jack-hole.    Jack-hole did me the world’s biggest favor, truly, or I never would’ve met Wifesy.   What I do want to talk about is a feeling that I had, while I was dating jack-hole and our Titanic started to sink.  I…