"Take a chance that this last page is, in fact, the last fucking page on Earth. Soak in the ink and pull from within that beauty and mystique for which you beam. When this pen runs dry and the page runs out we will always have our memories and fingerprints here on this page. Buckets of trash and pails full of dust put you and I in the middle of this whole fucking quandry. Willing to learn and grow, but unable to do more than one at a time. Wishing in one hand, shitting in the other. Then, later, throwing it at your brother. Shit stained faces and tear stained asses give us the vision and clear untainted splendor of your purpose and destination. The map has been formed and routes scouted. Your only test is to follow the path without the map or the guide. You and you alone created this madness. I can only look on from a distance. Silently waiting for your success. Hoping the time never comes for me to set you free, into the next realm and away forever from me. It is my duty and I accept whole-heartedly. I just wanted this one to succeed. This one to end up on top. Never stop this fucking pen. Never leave a page blank or a line unwritten. Fill all the fucking pages."