“I know that limp. I know the empty ring finger and that obsessive nature of yours, that’s a big secret. You’re not going to risk jail and your career to save somebody who doesn’t want to be saved unless you’ve got something. One thing. The reason normal people got lives and kids and hobbies, that’s because they ain’t got that one thing that hits them that hard and that true. I got music. You got this. The thing you think about all the time, the thing that keeps you south of normal. The thing that makes us great. All we miss out on is everything else.”
It’s hollow and haunted and savage and the writing hurts like a rug burn.