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Paul McCartney lives

Paul McCartney lives down the cay from me in Jamaica, and together we thought of an idea to make inflatable dog homes out of plastic textiles in the pattern of the dog breed, like Dalmatian-print for Dalmatians. Bill Wyman drinks a horrible cup of tea and Brian Jones had no neck. Here are some songs I co-wrote: Ruby Tuesday, Street Fighting Man, Ventilator Blues. Charlie Watts is a great friend of mine. Mick is so annoying. I wear my heroin tales on my sleeve like my heart. nice and a little devilish. He was a scamp, a scalawag through-and-through. Keith. It was the first time she’d looked at someone and wished that she could be him. She would throw it all away in one second, her whole life of Sam and of being Sam, she would forget it all and never know it and all Sam would be was this girl sitting in front of her, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and not doing work at work. A nothing girl. I am Keith. This is my life, this is Keith’s life. Keith= me. I love my wife Patti Hansen and my two socialite blonde ornately-named daughters. I knew they would be beautiful because my wife is a model. My son Tara died when he was a baby and it makes me sad to think of it. I love Jamaica and the blues. I fell out of a tree once; here’s my recipe for bangers and mash I put in my book. Paul McCartney lives down the cay from me in Jamaica, and together we thought of an idea to make inflatable dog homes out of plastic textiles in the pattern of the dog breed, like Dalmatian-print for Dalmatians. Bill Wyman drinks a horrible cup of tea and Brian Jones had no neck. Here are some songs I co-wrote: Ruby Tuesday, Street Fighting Man, Ventilator Blues. Charlie Watts is a great friend of mine. Mick is so annoying. I wear my heroin tales on my sleeve like my heart. He wore a black Henley, a silver chain with a charm of a wishbone, a green velvet vest, a black sport coat, black leather Converse, and silvery jeans. He wore a rainbow-colored scarf around his head and the texture of his hair was like moss. He had charms hanging off his hair, silver charms tied to pieces of leather tied to his hair, she thought it was so weird to imagine him primping in the mirror before he got here, attaching the charms to the cord and the cord to his hair. Did he sleep with his charms in? Why did he decide to do that? It was such a creepy look. Oh my God, I can’t believe how off the charts my misanthropy levels are getting, like, oh God, Sam. What? Even Keith Richards isn’t cool enough for you? But yeah. She didn’t know. Does coolness mean something? And whether it does or doesn’t, what does it mean to mean something? Oh, heavy: what does the word mean even mean? She got it: it means connote. There is an answer to every question. She can solve every problem. She will solve every problem, and she will solve them alone. 39 Register Magazine

This was the solution to why she’d broken her summers/winters pattern: she no longer lived for the possibility of someone else solving it. And when someone else used to not exist to solve it, she would look to something. Like Beatles songs, or the summer. But it had never really worked for her, and now she knew that, and that was why she was sad this summer, but now she’d solved the sadness, a weight off her shoulders. She could make herself happy. Happy. That night, she watched Keith videos on Youtube all night and one of them was from the seventies and the interviewer said You do so many drugs, it seems like you’re going to die, and Keith said he’d never die, he couldn’t die, I’m too sturdy and Sam realized then that there is something you can do, to make yourself not die, and she would do it. Some people get sick, and some people die young, but you won’t, you’ll never die, because you did the thing that Keith did. All your friends die. Every night you couldn’t sleep you were just EQing your own death, which will be insomnolescent. The way you can’t sleep now is the way you can’t die later. You’ve spent the past fifty years trying to die, but you can’t die. You don’t understand how one dies, though you can sleep. You are bored, lucid and alone. All the things you thought you’d rather die than do, you did them. One of Keith’s charms was of a conch shell. Her desk, arranged in a slipshod style, was decorated with three conch shells. Conch shells everywhere! She held one up for Keith to see. Look! she said, Like your hair! As she spoke she heard the doorknob and Matt Fletcher came booming out of his office. He bounced over to reception, and just as Keith began to speak, Fletch gave him a handshake that turned into a hug. Together they walked away. Sam, still holding the conch shell, looked at it. She brought it to her ear. A susurrus is the song of the ocean a shell sings to non-passive-aggressively remind us that it’s been stolen from somewhere. Every story she wrote ended with an impactful last sentence about her narrator confronting hopelessness and accepting it 40

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