If I had one day to live again, I would start it at Schweda’s, just off of the lake.

But people like you (that one reader, and you know who you are and so do i)–who will find painful endings to your lives–stopped that memory before it formed.

See you in Valhalla, or–under a speedboat, with my arms around your neck, as a propeller grinds–such as accidents happen, right?

And of course, Sebastian–feel free to ask questions!