Shit got dark. Real dark real fast back there. I studied on killing him off, you know, that man in the mirror. Have you made a plan? they asked. I said I don't make plans like that. I'm more the kind to run with a concept and find a way to make it work. Hello new low. Have you made a plan?, they asked. I said not everyone works like that. But where there's a will there is a way - and that's just the problem these days. Where was my vent when I needed it? Where was the gauze when I was bleeding out? A convulsing world a way through the broken screen of a bad news machine. I studied on killing him off, you know. Studied on wrapping up his timeline, and his bloodline, and his broken body and broken mind. I wish I had brighter news, but surviving ain't the prize it used to be. New Low, New Low, New Low, So Low. This isn't working for me, because surviving ain't the prize it used to be.