I sat at the Crumptown bar and stared into the darkness of my Americano. I decided to stay out of my head for a while. It had been three years. Now it was December 1982.
Every time you have a choice there are infinite alternatives with endless results. That's where Ren went.He's playing out everything that could've ever happen in his mind. He's not just seeing everything, he's seeing everything that never was and everything that could have been. Sometimes I wonder if that's all this is, just a possibility. Total mind fuck.
"I didn't know you could get espresso in this town."
And there she was.
"What's up, slugger?"
"Zaley?"
"Go ahead. Wear it out. I don't care"
"How was--"
"The world? Exciting but at times just too much."
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know exactly. This town just feels...real."
Even if you are a fig it doesn't matter...as long as you think you're real.