People Come To New York To Be

The Beatles, They Had It All Figured Out, Okay? "i Want To Hold Your Hand." The First Single. It's Effing Brilliant, Right?... That's What Everybody Wants, Nicky. They Don't Want A Twenty-four-hour Hump Sesh, They Don't Want To Be Married To You For A Hundred Years. They Just Want To Hold Your Hand.

What I’m Sorry About Is Not Being A Tipsy Idiot When You Found Me. I’m Sorry About That, Obviously, But More Sorry That My Stupidity Caused Us To Lose A Great Opportunity. I Don’t Imagine You Would Have Met Me And Fallen Crazy In Love With Me, But I Would Like To Think That If You’d Had A Chance To Meet Me Under Different Circumstances, Something Just As Nice Could Have Happened. We Could Have Become Friends.

I'm Told There's No Going Back. So I'm Choosing Forward.

I Don’t Know What Boldness Came Over Me, But The Resolute Heaviness Of Dash’s Demeanor Threatened To Crush My Soul. My Pinky Finger Crept Over And Nestled Against His, For Comfort. Like A Magnet, His Pinky Finger Latched Onto And Intertwined With Mine. I Like Magnets A Whole Lot.

Because I Withered Under The Glare Of An Actual Invitation, I Was A Firm Believer In Preventive Prevarication--in Other Words, Lying Early In Order To Free Myself Later On.