We're Better Off. But I

Things Change All The Time, Mostly In Little Ways.

Because I Withered Under The Glare Of An Actual Invitation, I Was A Firm Believer In Preventive Prevarication--in Other Words, Lying Early In Order To Free Myself Later On.

There's The Usual Suspects In There, Green Day And The Clash And The Smiths, Yeah, But There's Also Ella And Frank, Even Dino, Some Curtis Mayfield And Minor Threat And Dusty Springfield And Belle & Sebastian, And As I Flip Through His Musical Life, Getting To Know His Tastes, I Must Acknowledge That Not Only Am I Not Frigid, But I Also May Be Multi-orgasmic.

The Beatles, They Had It All Figured Out, Okay? "i Want To Hold Your Hand." The First Single. It's Effing Brilliant, Right?... That's What Everybody Wants, Nicky. They Don't Want A Twenty-four-hour Hump Sesh, They Don't Want To Be Married To You For A Hundred Years. They Just Want To Hold Your Hand.

But, You See, That's The Luxury Of Being A Lout - You Get To Be Selective About When You Care And When You Don't. The Rest Of Us Get Stuck When Your Care Goes Shallow.