He was, he always said, only in it for the eyeballs.
Madness string 3432
I have stories and rage and booze and words and swords and mountains and glass and dice and rocks and books and holes and metal and sky and dreams. I have a lot of things.
On playgrounds, there was always the spinning gate. It was a gate on a pole. You'd stand on the back of it and kick off like a skateboard and just... spin around on it. Think a merry-go-round, but smaller and crazier.