I can see it in their eyes—THEY'VE ALREADY DIED INSIDE.

Just three thousand dollars, that's all I need, man. Two and change to pay off my credit cards, the rest in my pocket, and then I'm ... I don't know what happens next, exactly, and fortunately, my folks aren't looking too hard at why I'm working so damn hard to sever myself from every concrete responsibility I have, but the flipside of that is I'm not, either.

I kind of want to tap myself on the shoulder, and go, "Sup, me? Er, got any plans I oughtta know about?"

I wonder what I'd say.