Hello, this is Roni of the Pukaski Society, celebrating the first hundred years of Charles Pukaski. You go here for breakfast every morning? This is lunch. About every other day. That's what I call my hangover sandwich. Happy things, baby! Happy anniversary! Hey, Hank. I'm glad you're joined the party. Get yourself a drink, man. Why don't you go and then drop solid? Disgusting. I'm sorry! I'm not working here. Please, Roni! You're always German sitting around. It's incredible! Yeah, and they're being translated into the German. I'm going back to where I came from. Without trying to. So it's kind of magic. We Germans have picked up for me. I'm going to... Okay. Be nice. Treat me nice. I'm really a nice guy. Just pretend to be something else. To all his friends, to all his friends, yeah! Where are the virus games? In case I want to get out of here real fast. But I can't get used to trouble. I can't get used to unhappiness. I can't get used to sadness. No matter how old you live, you can't learn enough to not be sad, not be unhappy. Hey, Hank! Happy birthday again! I am a little bit destroyed right now, as you can tell, but then who of us is not? I don't feel good. So... That's it. I'm sad. That's all. But time this way most of the time. It's not good most of the time. Not necessarily. I get many letters in the mail from both men and women claiming I've saved their lives. But reading my stories and poems has helped them continue to live. What he really gave me was this feeling of safety and stability and being loved. No matter what else was going on, I just felt okay. Well, some men never die. Some men never die. Some men never live. But we are all alive tonight. So I'll just keep going. I hope. And it's going to be okay. The angels are with me. The angels are with me. I know. I know.