I was in the shopping mall because that's where I go lately. For the last couple of weeks, I've been going there every day, trying to figure out why people go there. It's kind of a personal project.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.

Do you always think this much? It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.