No, I'm not prepared for this. Even if you did give me 3 years. No, I gave in to the voices in my head that only spoke of fear and betrayed us. I am not prepared to present to you a show. I am not prepared, this I know. But I do have a few words memorized in my head. And I know that some have heard them. And I know that I'm not dead. Well, actually, it seems I may have become dead. But not in the way that I would have thunk. And I know that I'm not drunk. But it seems to me, what I really know is that it is family of the dead who have set me up. But I don't quite understand... "why me?" just yet.