On the other hand here's something I wrote in hospital a few years ago...it cheered me the hell up: I just want to get into this damned thing, and fucking Drive! I'd drive, and drive, and never look the bleep back. I'd have a sawed-off pump action shotgun. This on the seat next to me. A crate of ammo 10 bottles of Jack Daniels. A few handy eight-balls of speed, and coke. A bleeping large with box with rolls of hundreds in them. Passports to several Central American countries. A letter of introduction from Keanu Reeves aka John Wick, and a pack of aspirins. Eh...the latter just to be on the safe side.