It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee.
I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me.
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
