the fact that it’s un-American, I know, to admit you’re scared of all these screwballs but I am, my fellow countrymen, the fact that sometimes I wonder if I’m scareder than I even know, like crazee scared, scaredy-cat, Cowardly Lion, World War Three, the fact that I know I’m scareder than I look, the fact that maybe we all are, but life has to go on, the numbness of muted beings, the fact that, I mean, you just never know if you’re about to be shot, accidentally or on purpose, you just never know, and you never will know,
