Ain't that the truth! I can relate to that.
I remember my darkest night, my dark night of the soul! Jack Pickles was trying to take me over, but then - out of nowhere - I heard that golden voice. The voice of Big Herb. And he spake unto me: 'O Michael, you are the money king. You can do anything. You must fight Jack. You must fight him on the astral plane. You must fight him in the desert. You must fight him in the City. You will never surrender!'
And that's all I needed. Talk about a shot in the arm.