You know the world is ours. We’re up there with the stars.
You know the world is ours. We can do anything.
—Headband
I’m. . . .You’re not going to be believe this!! You have to be here!!
When I close my eyes I get to decide where I am. It’s so fantastic!
“What happens when you open them?” (He’s always so goddam
literal.) [It is going to be impossible for me to ever get this right.
But I can imagine myself trying for years. Just to give you a
glimmer.] It’s communal, baby! That’s why. [But if it’s so
fantastic and if I’m already here, why would I ever want share
any of it?!] Right. Oh-hell-yeah-this-is-to-be-continued . . . .
. . . . . . [Directly into his telephone ear], Uh, hey, hello,
Edward? [short pause, for effect]
Are you free tomorrow night?
