And I thought this would destroy me. Admit it, you thought so to… you did. But instead it, it fucking it consumed me. I’ve been told diseases, they often do. “Hey man, it could always be worse.” And, you said, “Hey brother”, you said, “You should count your blessings”. But how do you count blessings on crippled fucking fingers, yeah? Fine, fine, fine… Ok, fine… it’s better to have nerves and feel this, than never felt at all.