_Down at the cafe. It’s pumpkin time, it’s corn time, it’s apple blossom time. It’s the time of splinters and zap-cold air. It’s the time when sunshine...._ HIM: Anybody got a smoke? BARP: Here, bitch. Come over here and get it. HIM: Fair enough. _[scrapes back his chair. Unbends his knees somewhat awkwardly. Tries to remember how to walk like a little girl. Tries to remember what the spirit was that moved him, back in Nineteen and Seventy Something]_ PORN: I like this. I like this a lot. ME: _[glancing apprehensively at porn]_ I’m nervous. PORN: Good. BARP: How old are you, anyway? HIM: Old enough. _Suddenly, HIM is a virgin again. But you can’t tell by looking at him._