“It's about the struggle. I can't count on anybody but me.”

His eyes rolled, searching for confirmation somewhere up in their sockets. Each shoulder and hip moved in slow random rotations, irrespective of each other.

“All I can cling to is that things that come from me come from me. Gimme that.”

It's marvelous to watch this standalone champion use the wall for support while asking for this gift that the world always grants him. Gifts of a personal narrative are subscription services - invitations to drop asinine stories into the world's mailbox.