Don’t mess with a man’s afterlife.
Doesn’t matter where you are. What matters is what comes next.
By the way, I was never here, and you don’t know any of this. Bit of a cliché, but such is life.
Bad memories are like, you know, little bunnies. They get scared, they run back down the hall, they hide. They can be a b**ch to get out again.
