“They find part of your asshole stuffed up a drainpipe in Playa Del Rey and your left tit in a trashcan down at Oceanside…»
«I stopped doing that years ago. Lift your skirt higher.»
She hiked her skirt higher. It was like the beginning of life and laughter, it was the real meaning of the sun.
I walked over, sat on the couch next to her and kissed her. Then I got up, poured two more drinks and tuned the radio in to KFAC. We caught the beginning of something by Debussy.
«You like that kind of music?»”