"John Constantine, this is your life. Doesn't amount to much, does it? Thirty-years-worth of jumbled relics, a biography of arcane detritus-- just three misserable boxes in the corner of a petty crook's lock-up. Jesus, is it thirty years already? Must be, this is 1982. Tempus bloody fugit, eh? Hah-- Never trust anyone over thirty-- That's what Jerry Rubin said. They were a laugh, the yippies-- More fun than the bloody yuppies, anyhow. Shut up, John, you're rambling. Keep your mind on the job."
John Constantine, Hellblazer Vol. 2: The Devil You Know. "The Bloody Saint. Part One."




















