I never knew who I was until I met myself in New Orleans and I wasn't to happy with what I found. I accepted me for who I was and knew I wouldn't be him for very long.
To bad he will never know me. I let him die on the street car and I didn't even cry. He as well as I know all things die. Death is a beautiful thing because it is a part of life. Life is beautiful and it is full of death. I am still here, always living, always dying, trapped between the illusions of good and evil.
