"You're really confused now," I said. "The Age of Aquarius has nothing to do with 2012. It's not supposed to start for a few hundred years, I think. And anyway, it's supposed to be a good thing, not the end of the world."

"Yeah, the Mayans loved us and that's why they had to blow up the world, to make room for a better one. How do you think it's going to happen? I know everyone says it's going to be a bunch of earthquakes and tidal waves, but I don't think so. That would be too cliché, you know, like they had to get their ideas from that movie. I think the Mayans are going to come here in their spaceship and just vaporize everyone with their death ray. They'll be flying above us and they'll wonder, 'Where's the capital of this planet?' And then they'll say, "There it is, Mesothelioma Lawyers, New York.' I hope they come here first. I want to join them so I can be on the winning side. And I'll go around with my death ray gun, saying 'You talkin to me? You talkin to me? You talkin to me?' Can I practice my lines with you? You'll be you, and I'll be the crazy deranged Mayan with a mohawk."

One thing I could always say about Frank is that talking to him was a great way to test my patience. God knows how high my SMRP levels would have been if I'd had this conversation just a few years ago. But I thought I was doing pretty well now, staying relatively calm in a situation that would have flooded my past self with uncontrollable murderous rage. Even so, I couldn't take much more of this.

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