"Found myself face down in a gutter in the Jungles without a cent in my pockets. I got up and killed someone for the small change in his pockets—the price of a bagful from a liquor store. Chummer, I drank so much I didn’t have DTs; they had me. Back in the gutter somewhere, I don’t remember. I do know, damn well, that I was going to die. I was failing down a black tunnel and didn’t see no light at the end of it. It was hell, chummer. Now, you know and I know we got some fancy words for what’s out there in the astral, and there ain’t no demons or devils. But there’s something we might as well call hell, ’cause you know that’s what it is if you ever go there. That what’s left of your soul will burn there forever."