I head to work, a little drunk, a little high, what other job allows you to do that? Maybe an airline pilot, I don't know. The sidewalks sizzle. Look who's here? A mermaid lying on the ground outside the bar. Her eyes swimming.
A few months earlier, in the summer of 1992, Harry had told me, "Inside my head I'm a girl." So I knew biological differences between boys and girls didn't make that much sense to him. It was what was in his head that mattered.