what about your life when you were alive remember we met at the airport sky lounge/ then, everything got so fucking grim, we ended up taking the bus back to hollywood where the swallowtails were from, divebombing the only tree in hollywood/ we could start over and over and over, maybe charge a lot of money for straight married men to suck our cocks at night under one rather pathetic palm tree where the swallowtails sang, and when it was over, he would be kind to us, and take us to the hollywood denny’s which was closed what the fuck because everything was closed except the bus station which was always open no matter what/