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A man at the bar tells me I look like a fly. I ask him why he thinks I look like a fly and he tells me that flies are born in shit and live in shit and he tells me that I look like shit and look like I've lived in, with and through shit, thus I look like a fly. I don't know what to say so I say thank you, my friend, thank you.

Leonard asks me if there's anything I need to know before he dies, I think about it for a minute, turn to him, say what's the meaning of life, Leonard? He laughs, says that's an easy one, my son, it's whatever you want it to be.