After the job went bad I kind of flipped out for a while. I walked the length of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. In the cold. Shivering. Starving. In existential agony. I ended up in Cleveland. Why Cleveland. Well, I guess I'd kind of become obsessed with it from an early age. Why do we become interested in anything. Look at anything from your past, why did it grab you? Cause you found it interesting. I was a big sports watcher when I was a kid. and I'd always seen Cleveland teams on TV. Especially the browns and they were always winning but they always lost the big game, so they were always like the underdog. And I related to that as a kid. I was nothing special. I didn't feel special. I felt like I was just biding my time and that something good would happen if I just went with it, but this is all stuff I wouldn't figure out until much later. All I knew was that I loved the team but mostly I just hated John Elway's stupid fucking face.