No. No we did not. We did not have a good thing going. We had me. We had me going while you sat still and unmoving like an old woman on a bench, or a child watching the news. Eyes glossed over, you observed me going. You don’t even understand that that was all we had, me going. I have been going. I have been a good thing going. And guess what? I am still going. I am keeping going. I am going right on fucking out of here. Alone. Because I am a good thing. And I am now a good thing going. We don’t have me going anymore. But I have me, a good thing, a damn good thing, going.