He was falling in love again.

And he was tragically sorry.

Brian would get so far ahead.
Standing there with lunacy in his veins and his head awhirl Kenny looked ahead with foreboding and foresaw days of delicious torment.

He knew with the profound and sorrowful wisdom of experience that it would not, could not last.

Almost he could have forecast to the day the sad descent into sanity, reactive, monotonous, unemotional, inevitable as the end of the road.