We're young. We're supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out. We were designed to party. We owe it to ourselves to party hard. We owe it to each other. This is it. This is our time. So a few of us will overdose, or go mental. Charles Darwin said you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. That's what it's about - breakin' eggs - by eggs, I mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of class. As. If you could see yourselves... We had it all. We have fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful... We're screw-ups. I plan on staying a screw-up until my late twenties, or maybe even my early thirties. And I will shag my own mum before I let anyone else take that away from me!

"I suppose I've overdosed on ideas more than a couple of thousand times in my lifetime and, all things considered, am still functioning exceptionally well. I'm busy with projects, and my mind, powered by an unlimited source of Inspirational, is still working on overdrive exceeding natural thought limits. I suppose that was a good buildup for the punchline, a fairly good verbal drumroll for the climax, and a good preparation paragraph predecessor to the grand finale:

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving you.

Accidents happen whether they're car accidents friendly fire drug overdoses. Accidents happen and they're tragic. It's like a bomb that goes off and pieces of shrapnel rip into the flesh of the family. It's the families that need the compassion because everywhere they walk every day someone reminds them of their loss.