Everything is easy. The first time I took apart a computer, I thought the nightmare of neon lights and welds. The first time I rode a girl, I dripped a viscous dirty funk, anticipating the anatomical approximations. The first time I swam beyond the arms of my grandfather, I am flooded with tears. But everything is easy.
This girl beside me is Sophie. Sophie is the girl I loved for four years. Four years during which each night was busy imagined by me.
Now I want to tell the exact moment when Sophie, with me, send a smile sorry to hostess trying to calm the old pain in the ass in front of us, I of France in the ass. Not all of France, but its most concrete incarnation.
We leave to Mexico. It is a country sufficiently abstract to make the link between hostile territory and the world that I see: Sophie sucking me in Bora Bora. Everything is easy. Just ask a question: where can I lose? Mexico. Those who thought in Japan are idiots.
I agreed to go, Sophie whispered.
My mother is dying, and Fifteen is just nuts. I prefer to follow you.
I'm not very courageous. I'm mad courage.
You remember Jimmy Sommerville? Her version of How to say goodbye ?
I can see him waving, fool around on camera. It's incredible. No one has ever managed to take of this song, except him. Jimmy Sommerville fidgeting and Anon lip service. How to say goodbye. He replied.
