The girl calls. I have to retrieve her from the subway station. I figure I will bring the dog. It is an apocalyptic wasteland of more life than I am used to. Hell's Kitchen, am I right? Demons popping out of doorways with masks on their faces and pistols on their dressers. Knife wounds like American Psycho. Get the dog first, if you like. And then take my girl. I am usually last through the door. Butcher us all, the whole family. Spill alcohol on our wounds and flay us alive. I hope there is a goofy commercial for some local furniture company playing from the radio somewhere in the background. How can I die but to the sound of a Disney princess singing?