I really don't know what is going to happen. I can't control it. I am an agent of change, but I am not the change. I can choose how to act, but forces greater than me govern what happens. This truth keeps me from worrying too much.

Some people can think of better ways to live. I have an easier time thinking of shittier ways to die. It can even be a fun contest.

Most people I know, as much as they front, are walking disasters. Baffled by the shit their minds and bodies throw at them, they build elaborate but ridiculous-looking forts to escape the threat of insanity and the marching drums of age and death.