High over Vegas we told each other how good we were——"Damn,
you're good." "No, you're the one who's good."——and the restaurant
crawled round and round. The first few times were cool. "Pretend my tits
are hers," I begged you——strip clubs, trashed. Remember our first date
in a graveyard? You knelt down like it was dad's? The way a man loves a
dog, you loved your dad, who filled himself with coke and then beat your
mother senseless. You towered up into light above me, and then crashed
down. I'd do it all again.