„When I stop breathing
and my poor old heart finally gives out
I will spend eternity
debriefing, debriefing, debriefing, debriefing.
When I deplete the funds
and am forced to pull the plug,
chisel on my tombstone
debriefing, debriefing, debriefing, debriefing.„
Debriefing.
From Vic Chesnutt’s North Star Deserter.