375 days ago, I wasn’t doing anything fast. I wasn’t heading for an early death. I’m reasonably good looking but no better than that, and I’m pale with a thin face, so I expect to be a grim corpse in the best of cases.
375 days ago, no tragedy occurred that I recall. No one grabbed me by a lapel to shake me or put a scare into me. I didn’t find myself in trouble.
But 375 days ago, “Live fast, die young, and have a good-looking corpse” lost all its appeal.