He wonders br what it would be like br br if he could br cry br br but, he can’t. br br And knowing himself well br he knows he never will. br br He wonders br what it would be like br br to die br but knowing br br he never will br ...he, can’t. br br Death ponders such things br on his fag break br br gulps down br his coffee br br (gone cold now) br br “Let’s go to work! ” br br He does his best Tarrentino br & laughs. br br Tells me: br “It’s nothing personal br br ...just got a job br to do.