given information, i'm not scared -
not scared of the end even though it is, in fact, the end.
there were times, when traveling, when i thought of the end.
the end, yeah, and cops, and not having a girl to take me home -
back home, right? mark twain and all that.

i mean, think about it - never had a thought in my head - not
before i had a thought in my head. and now the thought is,
"will i stay relevant? will people love me? will cool people love me?"

causes me to panic.