Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene...
The song is still there. Jacob keeps saying,
Thank the Lord it isn't Everybody Hurts.
Oh, but sometimes it is and I'm not allowed to listen to that song. I've been down that road before. And today is fine and I bailed on you to go and sit in Chapters instead with my brand new Henry Miller because the old one fell into the bathtub and swelled up so awfully I could no longer turn the pages. Yes, Tropic of Cancer. Where do you think Henry got his name? Fine, I lied. I named him after a candy bar.
I sat and people-watched and drank caffe mochas and pretended I was fine.
