"Everything's fine," I said. "You're here. I'm here. Everything's fine."
"Fuck here," said Gary. "We were from a town. A little town. Do you remember?"
"What a question," I said.
"There were people there," said Gary. "There were cars. Carports. You knew where to park."
"Dog hatches in the doors," I said. "Dog doors. Nearmont Avenue. The trestles on Main."
"Spartakill Road," said Gary. "Venus Drive. The Hobby Shop, the Pitch-n-Putt, Big Vin's Pizza, the Plaza."
"Behind the plaza," I said.
"Exactly," said Gary. "Behind it."
-- from Sam Lipsyte's "I'm Slavering"
