Ugh... I don't even have interesting life crises. No, just the plain ol' usual ones that people are long bored of.
Was it Watchmen? Did Watchmen have me count the years back to when I first read it, not as a tiny child but as a young man? Twenty years ago. I wasn't even sure I'd even live to be twenty.
I did though. And then I lived to be thirty in a ridiculously short space of time. I mean, some say it was ten years but, no, it was much shorter than that. I'm now plummetting towards forty. Not long now.
Not long now.
I haven't yet changed the world. Made it a better place. Maybe next year. First, I've got to write this poxy script.