This show is dedicated to Mark who lived next door to me when I was a kid. He died last weekend, aged thirty-eight. If you are thirty-eight, or in your thirties, whatever you plan to do in your retirement, you may want to think about doing it now. Because if there is a God, it would appear that he runs the "who lives and dies" department in heaven by pulling names printed on balls out of a spinning basket. It seems life is a lottery. So don't take it for granted. See the Grand Canyon. Work out your finances. Only buy what you need and save the rest. Then tell your boss to go fuck him(or her)self and walk from your dimly lit office and out into the sunlight and never look back. Or just hope that your name doesn't come up on one of those plastic balls before you make it to the Pyramids. Good Luck!