And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.

I was never more alive than when the Dark Passenger was driving.

A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches

Could this be the Apocalypse ?

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

It was clear to me that it wouldn't matter what I did - they would never truly appreciate me or learn what I had to offer. They were far beyond fickle - they were insensible, like kittens,predatory little things, distracted by the first bit of string or shiny bauble that rolled across the floor, and nothing I could ever say or do could possibly make any kind of dent in their willful ignorance.

It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.