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April 2, 2013
“YOU DON’T FLY anymore?”

“Nah. Store and back.”

“But, like...”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Um. It’s... I can’t figure out what’s wrong. I can fly amazingly fast; really, screamingly fast...”

“I know!”

“But I can’t sustain it. I get up there just so far, and then the tank’s empty. I hate falling. Fuckin’ hate it.”

“You can’t recover?”

“Nope. I hit an apartment building once. A highway another time. Landed on pool furniture. Fuck it.”

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I just don’t have it anymore.”

“Jeez.”

“How’ve you been?”

“Me? Good, good.”

“Wife okay?”

“Yup.”

“Kids?”

“Everyone’s good.”