But it’s funny how even after all these years you find yourself wondering just how well you know anyone. Hell, we’ve all been tight since we we’re kids – been through a lot together – but we still have secrets, don’t we? All of us. None of us are ever exactly, precisely what we claim to be, are we? We’re one way with some people, another way with other people, maybe another way still when we’re all alone. That’s what it boils down to fellas. At night, when you’re lying there in bed looking at the ceiling, remembering the day, thinking back through things you did and what lies ahead, when it’s just you and whatever god you pray to in the dark …that’s when all the masks are peeled away and it’s just you. Just you…, and whoever…or whatever you are.