I can't let it end like this. Not— Maker! Not again!

( it's only by some mercy of the gods that he's able to rattle of things in his field of vision between cries of pain — a Hot Dog Prince across the street, a Motel 666 on his left. he's made it about a block away from the seedy, sexy district but he's still downtown and he's still out of his mind with drunkenness and agony. )

If I die here, know that... that you deserve to be cherished by someone.