But … I didn’t care. I mean, I really didn’t. I was done. I overdosed on pills once. That was ugly. They had to pump my stomach. But I learned from it. So the next time I used a scalpel, which I had stolen. That’s the way to go if you’re serious. Were it not for a remarkable trauma surgeon who wasn’t supposed to be working that night, you’re sitting at a kitchen table in Brooklyn by yourselves.”
