Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.

First things first has always been my motto, mostly because it makes absolutely no sense - after all, if first things were second or third, they wouldn't be first things, would they? Still, cliches exist to comfort the feeble minded, not to provide any actual meaning.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.

Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.