Yes, I am rather distressed. I was just talking to my dear, dear friend in Los Angeles. She accuses me of emotional manipulation. I must admit to a certain amount of confusion about her charges at the present moment. He doesn't know where he's been.
Time is suspended.
Sometimes I catch a fleeting glimpse of myself, Jessie. My eyes in the rear-view mirror as I drive the streets of this city at three am, music at grand volume on the tape deck. Another note from the ground bass.