Man and Boy

that had knocked me out

the only time I could kid myself that she needed me to protect her.

never failed to stir an enormous tenderness in me

politicians ever do is pay lip service to ecological issues.

All that having-it-all crap.

All that ambition stuff is so pathetically eighties

And then we were making love on the floor – or the futon, as Gina called it. I was ready to bomb Pearl Harbor for her.

She said she would lend some of his stuff to me, if I wanted. I saw my chance and grabbed it.

wouldn’t have been able to afford an incredibly crappy second car.

I knew I was a lucky man. But I couldn’t help it, I just couldn’t help it – lately I found myself wondering when I had stopped being young.