Well I certainly didn’t expect that gung ho push to “break on through to the other side” (used in a strictly literary sense of the term) on a permanent basis. The sad truth of the matter is that I’ll be fighting my brain up until the final day where we, body and mind, both agree we’re just too damned bored to keep moving. Maybe it’ll happen one day when I get a takeout order that isn’t quite correct. Perhaps I’ll overhear something in line at Panda Express and my brain will start boiling like a tea pot, leaving smoke pouring out of my ears and a large “X” over each of my eyes (I will also give full credit for “TILT” or “OUT OF ORDER”). My ultimate scenario for suicide is to leap from a tall building while chopping my head off, front to back, with a chainsaw. That would be an evil occasion.