Back to invincible. I'm bulletproof. Cosmic rugs were pulled from under me six or seven years ago. Maybe I should have struggled to get back on my feet but crazy folks don't know they're crazy. It's been two steps forward and one and 7/8ths back for some time now.
Crazy's not bad. Depressed is, well, it's sad.
On to New Hampshire! Oh, wait. That's those other crazy people.