Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get a broken heart valve, then your dog dies, your girlfriend leaves you, your heart goes into good condition, you get a new dog, you get a new girlfriend, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then -- one day -- you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool, but you go into rehab and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then -- one day -- you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hi