Let me tell you something about talent and timing. Sometimes a man's got both, and sometimes... well, sometimes he's got one but not the other. Sam Hyde, that boy had talent. Raw, unfiltered, the kind that makes you uncomfortable because it's too close to the bone. Million Dollar Extreme - they called themselves. Big dreams in that name alone.

But here's the thing about flying too close to the sun, and I've seen plenty of men do it. you forget that wings are fragile things. They pushed boundaries, sure. Made people laugh, made people think, made people angry. That's what comedy's supposed to do, I suppose. But somewhere along the way, they forgot that even rebels need to know which battles to fight.

Adult Swim gave them their shot. Network television. The big time. Most folks would kill for that opportunity. But success... success is a funny thing. It ain't just about getting there; it's about knowing how to stay there. And staying there means understanding that talent alone won't carry you through when you're burning every bridge you cross.

I watched it all unfold from a distance, the way you watch a storm rolling in. You know it's coming, you can feel it in the air. The show lasted, what, six weeks? Six weeks before the whole thing came tumbling down.

Sometimes I think about what could've been different. If they'd played it smarter, kept some cards closer to the chest. But then again, maybe that wouldn't have been them. Maybe the very thing that made them interesting was the same thing that guaranteed they couldn't last.

That's the tragedy of it all, really. All that potential, scattered to the wind like so much dust

>Morgan Freeman
>Stars in a movie where he is not a freeman