It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was...perfect.

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.

Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive-that's what everyone said.

Would 'sorry' have made any difference? Does it ever? It's just a word. One word against a thousand actions.