Oh man … sometimes I wake up at night and there’s nothing. I am a dead tooth in the jaws of the living world. My mind just isn’t on my side any more. It’s on the other side. It is the prince of the other side …

I used to think there was no time like the present. I used to think there was no time but the present. Now I know better—or different, anyway. In the end, the past will always be there. The past is all there is: the present never sticks around for long enough, and the future is anybody’s guess. In time, you always have to hand it to the past. It always gets you in the end.