“I never can think of the right thing to say ‘til everybody’s gone home.”
I am drinking dubonnet. the music is twinkly. there’s a war on. the president is still alive and everyone is dancing. robert redford is in uniform and is immaculate and he’s asleep at the bar. I am about to take him home. we will yell at each other about communism incessantly for the next five years. life is good.