He wakes up. The pall of death is still on him. Then it leaves him after a coffee. Then he is on a bus and his hair is everywhere. Then he wades through the mire of human sadness. Then he eats a bagel. Then he plans how to save himself from jail and he gets a lawyer and he prints out some forms and he fills in some forms. Then sees that the Dalai Lama is visting the President and he wonders what machinations are afoot. Then he heads to his house and he fills in forms and he buys some breakfast cereal and eats the breakfast cereal for his evening meal because he is an adult and he can do what he likes and then he prepares himself for the mva which is his second home and he watches graceful olympic ice racing and marvels and the beautiful slow motion replays and then he watches and listens and people scream at Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon ushering everyone to their doom on the sinking ship and he watches as they rap and dance and do impressions and then he goes to sleep.