Well, all in all I'd say it's a good thing I'm so gall-darned dumb, otherwise all this crazy awesome shit would never happen to me. Smrt cars and train stations and a Johnny Depp hand. Also, it must be said, there's a serious upside to teenage tomfoolery when you don't actually have to worry about zits. Or curfews. Or whether Carrie "did it" with Jim in the cot bed at the back of the stage crew workshop.

My life is painfully satisfying.

Hey, it's late, let's throw this one over to Max Price:

Max: "You're never gonna have kids!"
Me: "Thank you, Max. Make sure you tell my mother."