You know, Internet, I don’t have to tell you everything. Some things I get to keep. I’ll share with him maybe.
I’ll keep what he said when he was leaning against that tree. And the way his eyes looked, leaking a little. The blend of hopefulness and desperation in his voice-- I’m not going to try to describe it, just to remember it.
I’ll tell you this: we went for a walk in Chinatown, and we saw a goldfish that cost $1800.