Oh, yeah, and since I know this is the end, I guess I can say one other thing: I sort of like you. I know. Isn’t that ridiculous? And so typical. The minute you stop liking me, I start liking you. God messes with you that way. He totally does. It’s all part of the great cosmic joke.
Okay, Macy McLaughlin. It’s late now and I’m gonna stop. Thanks for keeping me company. Thanks for a lot of things.
Now I’m going to go find some matches....