I think I can safely say that I'm pretty removed from the world, that I don't participate in it. It's a side effect of always thinking you're not gonna be here six months from now, ten months from now, a year from now, three years from now. Never, never, never, never, never, not once in my life did I think, "what am I gonna be doing when I'm 60?", "what am I gonna be like when I'm 60?", or "what am I gonna look like when I'm 60?". I don't even know what I look like now.

So it was odd as I walked across the street after work to my locked bike with all the people around me in the Financial District and thought, "life . . . this is some serious shit!". And it isn't. I certainly don't believe it for a second. I blamed it on the fog.