We had it pretty good for a while, didn’t we? Remember the way we felt that night at the hotel? Redd was downstairs at the bar wearing his gold trenchcoat, that dork, pretending to act incognito. And upstairs they gave us free shots of blue stuff while a tv played in the corner old reruns of Josie & the Pussycats. It was so crowded we couldn’t move, but this was long before we became agoraphobic, so we didn’t mind. Top o’ the world, Ma. Top o’ the world.
And H said, “Redd is amazing. How does anyone remember all that stuff?”
And we laughed.
And H said, “I […]