There's nothing like a brush with mortality

to teach you to appreciate life.

A little bite of death

can help you grow up real quick.

Mom got out of the hospital a few days later.

She walked with a limp for a while.

About a month later she was back at work.

She tried to quit smoking

and for a little while, she did.

Then I came back for spring break

a day early and there she was...

We had a couple of pretty good years

after that.

I visited her most every weekend.

We'd play gin rummy or talk politics

until all hours.

Had a bucket-load of laughs,

as she liked to say.

-Mom?

Then one night...

she stopped laughing.

I will never forget

and always regret the choice I'd made.

The memory of that night

out on the Old Ridge Road never faded...

and grew dreamlike, as I expected it would.

-I'm sorry, Mom.

I can't help but think

that maybe George Staub...

if there really was a George Staub...

just teased me with a little more time...

a couple more years.

But I was glad to have them.

It unlocked my heart.

Jessica and I got married a year later...

but it didn't last.

It wasn't anybody's fault.

We tried, but nothing ever seems to last.

The Beatles never did get together

in Toronto back in 1969.

They never got together again.

John Lennon's life was taken

by a maniac with a gun...

George Harrison's by cigarettes and cancer.

And I never made a living as an artist.

But I still paint, because it's what I do.

I miss my mom

and I still think about her a lot.

I miss that time, too.

From the time of her stroke in 1969

to the time of her passing in 1972...

my world changed forever.

I think everybody's did.

Nothing seems to last...

but the Bullet.

The Bullet is constant.

The Bullet is always there.

You wait in line, that's all.

When it's your turn to ride the Bullet,

maybe you ride and maybe you run.

Either way, it comes to the same thing.

Fun is fun and done is done.

Nobody lives forever, but we all shine on.

没有东西能够象死亡这样

可以教你感激生命

一个小小的死亡

可以帮助你快点真正长大

妈妈几天后出院了

有一阵子走路很跛

一个月以后又回去工作了

她努力戒烟

有一阵子，她做到了

一次春假的时候我早了一天回去

而她正在...

此后的几年我们过得非常开心

我几乎每个周末回去看她

我们玩拉米牌或者谈论政治

就像她爱说的，充满了欢声笑语

-妈妈?

一天晚上...

她停止了笑容

我永远不会忘记

总是为自己的选择后悔

那天晚上在Old Ridge路上的记忆从没减退

正如我所期望的，梦一般地增长

-对不起，妈妈

我总是想也许George Staub...

如果真有一个George Staub...

只是揶揄我，给我多一点时间...

多几年

但是我很高兴能够有多时间

它打开了我的心结

Jessica和我一年后结婚了

但是持续的时间不长

这不是谁的错误

我们努力了，但是什么都长久不了

甲壳虫再也没有复合

回溯到1969年的多伦多

他们再也没有走到一起

约翰.连侬被一个疯子枪杀了

George Harrison吸烟得了癌症

我一直没能靠艺术混饭吃

但是我仍然画画，因为兴趣

我思念我的母亲

常常想起她

也常想起那段时光

从她1969年中风

到1972年过世...

我的生活从此改变

我想每个人都是如此

万物都不是永恒的

除了Bullet.

THe Bullet是持久的

THe Bullet永远在那里

你在排队，就是这样

轮到你坐Bullet的时候,

也许你坐了，也许你跑了

无论如何选，结果都是一样的

娱乐归娱乐，做事归做事

生命不是永恒的，但是我们都奕奕生辉（没有人能够永远活着，但是，我们活过……）