I fought, but I knew I was going to die. I mean, when the mayor turns into a giant snake and you’re rushed by a bunch of—well, they looked like vampires, but Snyder shouted they were punks on PCP—I was pretty sure this was really it. Of course, I also “knew” I was going to die the first time I jumped off the high dive. I never said I was always right, did I?

It was good to go down fighting.

In the end, my only regret? That  I was never able to convince Xander to come out.