Jack, you have a problem. Nothing ever lasts with you. I'm looking at you there, all excited with your new goose that lays golden eggs. You act as though it will change your life, but it's you that needs to change, Jack, not life. Remember the money you had once? The livestock? All of it? Remember? Gone, Jack. You squandered and lost it all. Then you just had the one cow. Remember the cow, Jack? You traded it for magic beans. Remember the beans, Jack? You lost them immediately, thrown out the window by your angry mother. Then there was that tall, amazing beanstalk. It was a miracle, Jack, that beanstalk. It was a wonder of the world. Where is it today, Jack? It's gone. You cut it down. You cut it down shortly after it grew. And the giant? Dead. Nothing lasts with you, Jack. And now you have this goose, this goose that lays golden eggs. It will be gone before the week is up. You'll roast it, or trade it to gypsies, or simply set it free. You never see anything through to the end, Jack. You never stick around to... Hey! Where did you go? Jack?
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
