This road is ending. These fish have hair. That was why you were watching the boat races from a hot-air balloon. (And your hot-air balloon was rapidly losing altitude, and about to crash into the water.) You were never good at estimating distances. And the government threw canisters of VX gas at you (for you were dangerous to them). I don't think I ever told you about his gambling habit. And unless he wins big one day he will end up a suicide (for this road is ending). For we live at the bottom of the earth, and there is no way for us to rise to the earth's surface (for we are creeping things and slithering things). I think I have the wasting disease. This is how we live at the bottom of the earth. For some will talk about "the way we live now" without realizing that there are some among us who don't live how the rest of you live, who are on the outside of all this, who live and suffer at the bottom of the earth while you make much merriment on the surface, who refuse to work and refuse to buy. Certainly this is the path of the suicide (for the world hates our kind).