"I'm bored," she said. "Let's go torture something." So I 
wait in line all day – just me and the phone booth while 
she goes through the shit we own, finding what's 
unnecessary. Three pairs of clothes, one pair of shoes. 
Nothing else we really use. She said, "Let's slow the day 
down, darling, so it all don'tÂ… slip away." I catch a 
glimpse of a future picture, the only thing that we will 
still own. Naked and cold in an empty room, but I'm happy 
‘cause I still got you. And your happy ‘cause you still 
didn't eat it. I'll make the same mistakes. Won't care 
‘til my body needs it. Three pairs of clothes, one pair 
of shoes. Nothing else we really use, like food and 
sleep. We don't like to think about tomorrow when we are 
in this deep. That's the trick to a happy life. Spend 
every moment dying. Some people were born to float. Lord 
knows I've forgotten how to swim, sinking. And neither of 
us knows which direction the air bubbles are going.