I am ready for whatever's coming. I expect nothing but to be let down or turned away. I am alone. Goddamn. The shit hurts sometimes, but I realize what I am, what I have become. The alien man waved his arms up and down and noticed that he couldn’t wave in the right language so he stopped. When I’m good, I’m very good, but when I’m bad, I’m better. "Ich würde nur an einen Gott glauben, der zu tanzen verstünde."