"Well, good god damn..." I said out loud (but to myself, no one else is around).
And now I'm compelled toward self-interrogations, or maybe personal progression through new informations.
"Go ahead," he said. "Answer your own questions now."
"Like when is enough ever gonna be enough?"
I also remember him saying, "You may find yourself still starring down your mirror's throat for answers as hard to find as this voice is getting rough."

And I said (trying to be "hard"):
"My heart muscles are too tough."
He just laughed lightly and said: "Well, how long must one go on playing the worst versions of themselves?"
Well, a good friend of mine told me that it's
It's until "one goes off".