A third threw a beer-bottle. I am hearing all these sounds for the last time, he thought, and that brought a sense of wonder, and wonder broke the calm open like an egg.
Her brother had been Paul, too. Over the years Paul had grown more and more resigned to the fact that he could not read stories as he had when he was a kid; by becoming a writer of them himself, he had condemned himself to a life of dissection. This neat and tidy structure with its dark-red paint and neat cream-colored trim looked like the five-car garage of a well-to-do country squire masquerading as a barn. Dull dirty half-shine oh boy you gotta remember that one that one aint half-bad oh boy I am stoned now, all the past was prologue to this shit hey baby this here is the mainline oh fuck Im tucked but this is crystal top-end shit this is going out on a mile-high wave in a fucking Rolls this is — "What do you want first, Paul?
No one official came by the following day, but lots of i unofficial people showed up. After all, Im crazy, arent I?
But this was a different accident, and the reason for the similarity was simplicity itself: neither had really been an accident at all. He belched, covered his mouth, and looked guiltily at Annie, who went off into another gay gust of laughter.