This is what happens when you spend a lot more time thinking about the particulars, as opposed to thinking about the generals. It ruins your persistence of vision. So much so, that we, like rabbits with eyes diametrically opposed on either side of their heads, have this habit of being able to see better behind themselves. It makes them better at running away at things that wanna prey on them. And that's why I wound up in the county hospital. I descended all the way down to the bottom of hell. I ran into some people that I've never wanted to see before. But my old friend Norma, she said "Jimmy, you know being around you is like living in Russia."