ook. I looked like t because I ayed anyw shower.

    Lizzie smiled politely. It  and your second o see you in tal.

    I never pegged you for a quitter, Ed said.

    you say. tters Club hQ.

    Yea from  ? You got nothing, man.

    Yup. ts pretty muc feels.

    t  .

    Anyone  a coffee? said Lizzie.

    I didnt  o go.

    Ill come h you, I said.

    ell all go, said Ed. So , and Lizzie and I kept not talking, and Ed kept talking, and it felt like t couple years of my life, condensed into a line for a latte.

    For people like us, rocknroll is like college, said Ed after  get to fuck around like frat boys unless  a fearts to suck, and tarts to suck, and arts to suck. So you get a job. ts life, man.

    So, t s to suck… ts like our college degree. Our graduation.

    Exactly.

    So o start sucking for Dylan? Or Springsteen? Probably el t doesnt alloo use  er until six p.m.

    It rue t on our last tour, ayed in a motel like t in Sout I remember t.

    Anyeen. Or at least, I sa reunion tour. And, Senator JJ, youre no Springsteen.

    thanks, pal.

    S, JJ.  do you  me to say? OK, you are Springsteen. Youre one of t successful performers in music business ory. You ime and Neadiums niger fucking nigter now? Jeez. Grow up, man.

    O, and youre all groook pity on you and gave you a job V? Eds ears get red o start throwing punches.

    tion is probably of no use to anyone in t from me, because, for obvious reasons,  ten