"Squirrels and coconuts. You spend your whole pathetic life trying to whip together this little reunion like a Martha Stewart on acid, figuring to break my spirit...and for a second, it worked, you did it. You had me ready to leap up and impale myself on the nearest circus midget. But then something happened...a synapse fired open and I had what born-agains and alcoholics like to call a 'moment of clarity'. You ever see that old cartoon with the squirrel who's trying to eat a coconut? Chuck Jones, I think. This retarded squirrel finds this coconut and thinks that he's hit the giant acorn motherload - only, he can't crack the nut. It's too hard. So he gets a jackhammer, he throws it down stairs, runs over it with a truck...nothing. Finally, he pushes this monster up a gazillion stairs all the way to the top of the Empire State Building, and heaves it. Crack. Slowly, the shell peels back...and you know what's inside? Another coconut shell. That squirrel is in cartoon hell. That squirrel is me. Every time I get a shot at saving the world, or doing right or waving the truth and justice flag instead of gutting a guy, I do it. And every time, I get the shaft for my trouble. Every time, there's another coconut shell I gotta crack. But just like that retarded squirrel...in another month that cartoon returns, and I try again. You did mess up my head by showing me what a dirtbag I've been in my lifetime...but that doesn't change the fact that I still try to be better."