And I do love her, not saying I don’t—but it was on accident, and I think that’s key for remembering. Because I didn’t plan for this. Wasn’t this thing I’ve spent the last few preparing for, it just fuckin’ happened, didn’t it? You know all that shit about sowing wild oats; I’ve got so many fuckin’ oats to sow, man—and I can’t now, can I—? Cos I’ve met this girl I fuckin’ love and I don’t wanna hurt, and ya know what’s fuckin’ fucked-up—? Still hurt her anyway, didn’t I? Without even trying, you know?
