And when I'm 15, and listening to Sergeant Pepper on the shitty tape player on my goddamn alarm clock, I decide that if I haven't figured out the meaning of life by the time I'm 42, I'm going to have to drop everything and go walk the earth like Doctor Strange.
It all makes sense - I'll go off to Tibet or some shit, and learn the great mystical secrets of the universe which are obviously hidden in some bloody monestary somewhere, and then I'll be able to figure out what it's all about, and I won't have to worry about death or oblivion or anything like that, because I'll be able to do funky light shows with my fingers.
I just turned 41 last week, so I better get my fuckin' arse into gear.
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