I was sitting here in my apartment a few minutes ago, the electricity having been out for at least half an hour, and on the phone with my mamacita, said something ending with 'even in blackouts'. Which made me think of being in a new, red (or was it silver?) Volkswagen at the age of fifteen, sliding around the backseat because it was being driven far too fast and hearing said band after an afternoon at the beach. In fact, I'm pretty sure my swimsuit was full of sand. Anyhow, what I'm trying to say is that Arthur's sitting on the new (old) couch Christine and I bought Friday, and that I don't believe in much of anything at all. Especially memory, and foreign cars.