"I'm probably the last person you should ask for information about me."
-me
I'm forgetful and prone to fantasy. I'm a great guy who doesn't like what he is and wishes he never was. I'm at the center of a bloody detante between matter and spirit that should have been avoided with a pre-nup...
They tell me I crashed the party. I tell them, fuck the fucking party; I'm outa here! They tell me, "Nope. Once you crash, you have to stay till it's done..." Fine. I guess I have no choice. But, in subjective terms, of course, that means "forever". Man, just tell me what I owe, and to whom so I can pay it... and then show me the fucking door! Of course, it's never that easy, is it... So what do you do in the meantime?