Pheasant I'm making a life of waiting for the "never happen to me"s happen to me. And that means one thing: not a wink of sleep will take me through this drive tonight. Alright, I guess I'll make friends with the miles, but just so you know, this is not a one-way road, and rest assured I take much more after my dad than I do of yours. So please sleep better than me tonight. You see, this road exists solely to tear me in half. I hope a saying goes: "to be confused is to know" cause I've got a ringing in one ear and reason whispering in the other ear.