Years from now, when I'm a drunken hobo living on the streets, I'm gonna see someone I used to know, before I was a drunken hobo living on the streets.
And that someone is gonna say to me:
"Holy s***! I know you! What the hell happened to you, man?!"
And I'll look him in the eyes.
And I'll say one word:
And then I'll die.
Your tombstone will read "At least we got a point"