“OK, Don, I guess it’s your life. Anyway, 99 percent of the people in the world kill themselves.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he said, an edge of life coming back into his voice. He started gripping the wall more tightly. “Well, I’ll tell you. The way most people live kills them — you know what I mean? They may take thirty or forty years to kill themselves by smoking or drinking or stress or overeating, but they kill themselves just the same.”
