But perhaps his point was a valid one. Maybe he feels that he was being erased before his own time was up. But then, he should be grateful for the memories he has, and stop whining. In any case, it doesn't matter, because the kid is gone and is instead pretending to be an upstanding member of society. The following message was left on the machine of a Quebec dry cleaning service, which forwarded it to us.
Cotton sounds happy, and there are the sounds of a bus station in the background.
Hey gang, I just realized that I left without writing a farewell column or having a party, or even taking exams now that I think about it. I am not one to refuse a soapbox to stand on, so here I present my final half-assed attempt at dispensing advice and farewells. I'll try to keep it quick. If you refuse to have fun now, think of how stupid you're going to look trying to make up for it in your late 60s. Go to the park when you can, and walk barefoot in the grass.