The report of a high power rifle as I killed Paul McCaurtney. Jeezus Christ! I woke up to him singing "Mother Nature's Son" in my head so many times last week that it was my only recourse to sanity.
So I killed him.
Again, and again, and again.
I can still hear the song but it is muffled. As though it had been locked in a coffin and buried.
So... I've got that going for me.