I don't remember, A. I don't know who you are. Im sorry (Oh, I wish I was)
Father figure Frank called last night. I was dizzy from banging my head against the wall. There's no more T in my drawers. I need a doctor as liberal as my father figure. I need a pill as strong as she was. The girl from the alley. Let's call her Marla.
- Whats shakin, kid?
- How's LA, Franky?
We never really talk. We just exchange questions. None of us have any answers. We never had.
He's coming to London soon, something about Vouge, something about love.
- How soon is soon? Like, today?
- Like.. tomorrow kid. Clean up, get sober, kick out the lover you're hiding.