Never before have I stood so long on a precipice, looking down, biting my nails, waiting for the universe to shove me, before finally just jumping with my eyes wide open. It’s been a strange seduction of shared cynicisms and secret delights. We act like excited puppies when we get together, jumping around and nipping each other. The exchange of ideas, rapid and inspired, words stumbling out- quotes, references, associations. Light changes, time even changes, around him. He calls me ‘darlin’ like a gunslinger (or maybe its like gina gershon in ‘bound’)and I like it. When he’s not around, he is a jumble of weirdly fascinating memories- a crackling air conditioner that sounds like a bug zapper, the fronds of a weeping willow brushing my cheek in the park, the orange ember of a lucky strike in a dark and quiet room...

I hit the hedonist jackpot with this one.