Sometimes the dead (not the band) are very present. Two people that are gone have been on my mind all day. It seems like the result of some mysterious lottery, being here while they are not. Didn't we come through the same events? Just wishing, deep in the past, for one last word...
Roommate: "Didn't you have second thoughts when you saw that she had "trouble" tattooed on her arm? "
Me: "Well, no..."
Roommate: "How about when she said the cops were after her?!"
Me: "Well, you know...no...."