|adelle, did you foresee this when you went to shoot the cops?|
|i remember. it's a long way but i'm coming with you, i said.|
|i worry about him. i don't what happens. how many times|
can you be murdered?
|i don't like it when he leaves. i have to imagine him. still, it is|
closer to observation. in my mind's eye, i see him pacing the
streets, hands in his pockets. he runs into strangers. i think
it is dangerous. he walks the tightrope. i hold the net. i
walk the tightrope without a net.