 Only my back hurts. What you need is a drink. No. No, I can't drink. It makes me sick. I tried drinking last night. Where were you last night? Oh, nowhere. I just walked. All night? All night. In the rain? No, in a hotel. I couldn't sleep. I walked around the room all night. It was over near Times Square, a dirty, depressing room. And then I found myself looking out the window, and suddenly I began to think about jumping.