You steal my furniture… you lure me out to your hanger… you set me up and laugh at me… and then you con me into coming along on this crazy adventure. Sometimes it's more trouble than it's worth, being a friend of yours.

You said you are dying. I never could tell you 'No' when we were kids. I certainly can't say it now.

But, when that air-tank exploded, I felt that old familiar singing in my blood, and I can't wipe the smile off of my face. I hate to admit it, Jack… you're right—I am having fun!