You stupid bastard!—is it
ok to say that now? After the
platitudes of your obsequies?
May I rail at you like I did by that
crossroads, ticking you off for being
uncommunicative? Well, you aren’t being
much better now, are you? And
who knew you had such
bad taste in music? Who knew you
sat in this old church and wept?
Who knew you had so many friends
except those who knew you.