The Mexican sounds filtering through the ceiling
	are driving me crazy.
But what can i do?
I have nowhere to go... & no way to get there,
	even if i did.

Engines rumble in the parking lot.
"This isn't a car show, ass - no of gives a fuck
	about your Big Bloc."
Make it stop, Demon Man, make this pounding,
	make it stop!

The ice cubes crash.
Another half-melted martyr, surrendering
	to save my drink.
Where did this bottle go?
Am i still here, or is this some kind of dream...
	or sick joke?

Life stops for a moment.
Stops, then starts, then stops... then drifts
	and continues plodding along.
Am i alone now?  Have i always been?
Isn't this all my fault?


Of course it is!
You suffer... you suffer for this,
	you suffer you son-of-a-bitch!
This isn't just your life anymore.
There are others - plenty of others
	you've run down.

Why?  Why can't they be responsible...
	responsible for themselves?
You idiot!  You did this.  YOU!
You brought them into this, you sucked them in.
You made them care and you - YOU -
	you let them all down.

You are responsible for those Mexican sounds,
	those roaring engines.
You are responsible for their stake in you.
This is all your fault.
Be a man for once... do all these people a favor.

Where?  Where can i go, though?
Don't tell me this is something i need to figure out
	on my own - in my own time.
All i have is time... time is all i have.
Time is all i have left.