i’ve a funny story of my own, actually. i rose from the dead. and, then, after that, i ripped people apart. ok, maybe it’s not that funny but you can sit there and listen to it anyway, like we did with you. it’s weird. first because all there is is just darkness. it’s so dark. doesn’t make a difference if your eyes are open or closed. what you think is that you’ve been buried alive. not ideal. that’s proper… proper panic, that, you know. you hit out at the lid of the coffin even though you know there’s no way. but then it starts to give. you have to push your way through all the soil. takes ages, doesn’t it? takes so long. but then suddenly… something’s different. you feel the wind on the tips of your fingers, and the rain. because before that you’re not really sure where you are but… but now you know. and you’re pushing through and then all this stuff at once. the moon… and this incredible storm blowing. and the clock chiming midnight and you’re just standing there. nobody else around. and all of it pushing into me. that feeling… it’s like what being born must be like, except you’ve got context. because, honestly, dead… everything… everything up until then was fear. everything. even when i was alive, just different levels of fear. and then it’s gone. and you’re like “yeah, come on, give it to me, fill me up!”. and you know what, gary? this hunger, this appetite, i could not wait to get started.