I am sorry Chris is late this morning. I could make something up about an appointment or a sickness, but the… — Dave Eggers

. . . I’ll raise my arms and give you my chest and throat and wait, and I’ve been so old for so long for you, for you, I want it fast and right through me— Oh do it, do it you motherfuckers do it you fuckers finally, finally, finally.

First of all:

I am tired.

I am true of heart!

And also:

You are tired.

You are true of heart!

‘Listen John—’

‘Who’s John?’

‘You’re John.’

‘I’m John?’

‘Yeah, I changed your name.’