More Than Zero (But Less Than Two or Three)

Steve’s really anxious to try out this new drug he just got called Preludin. He says its supposed to make you think you’re Andy Rooney. We each do a tab and watch some MTV. It must be working because I start complaining about paper clips and how I hardly ever use them to clip paper together. Steve opens the door for me as I’m leaving. “Bye,” he says. “Bye,” I respond. The ceremony is complete; I can go.

I’m on the surface of the moon. Trent drives up in his new black BMW 318i and then realizes that he’s over 200,000 miles from the Earth and drives back again.

I’m with Cindy at The Garage and I start thinking about the life we lead.
“You know,” I tell her, “this would make a great movie.”
“No,” she says. “That’s where you’re wrong. Horrifyingly, horrifyingly wrong.”