Start the projector. When the reel ends, will I still be there? Autographed pieces of memory. Where James Brown ends, chaos ensues. The night is not electric, only neon. The bottle is your only friend in this land where the people have already died. I'm sorry I couldn't rescue you but it's just that I never gave two shits whether you lived or died. I think you are happier this way--running down the street being the jackass you are too impotent to be in daily life. Death and you are the perfect marriage.