Millions

This is bad news, he says, as you empty another beer and the floor begins to spin. It sounds exactly like something you should stay far away from. The air outside is all ice and hurricane winds; you hurt your skin just trying to breathe. There's a full moon, you see it, it bathes the Village in that eery glow but you know reality is much scarier than anything it can conjure. Let it go for a minute, because it will catch up to you tomorrow and remind you just how far you have to go. February kicks you in the margins, but you refuse to believe he is right. Good will come of all of this, because what else would you do with your time but try?

The hours pass, the days, the weeks. She cries at the other end of the line and you think there's something better out there for you to do.

Wait patiently for it to roar out of you. And until then, you will take what you can get.