This stage of my life feels like the part in a biopic where the protagonist drinks her coffee at a bus bench, spaces out, and a cartoon raccoon appears. He is wearing cop shades and a tiny denim jacket. He sighs, "What a beautiful day. Too bad we all die alone." He then removes his shades and his kohl lined eyes stare deeply into her kohl lined eyes as he whispers, "You and I are not so different." Then he says something in Russian that translates to "You want change for the bus or change for your life?" The protagonist groans, "What's the difference anyway?" The cartoon raccoon puts his shades back on, lights a cigarette and dryly proclaims, "Your bus is here."