believe me. you gotta believe me. you gotta make it stone number one and build on it.
You are twenty-two when he comes for you and all the way to Jericho you watch yourself in the wing mirror and imagine what the words would look like on your lips. When you were thirteen you had billboards sprouting out of your head and America in your eyes but now you think you have changed irreversibly. You wonder if he even recognises you. You wonder if your voice is the same as he remembers.
You will not tell him now. There is a girl in Palo Alto that you love and loving her does not tear your mouth to shreds.
He is twenty-six and unbelievable.