Things I miss not ever doing (with you): Riding with you into the setting sun on a bulldozer, going off the cliff (playing a saxophone naked); watching the sharks, just the two of us and a friendly octopus, sharing sushi fresh off the shell; eating strange meat downtown on noodles, with the chop-sticks..fast; doing secret-agent work for a foreign government, shoot the guns and run and get on the plane; kissing your cherry-red lips backed by the sunset, and the cliff above us going up higher and higher, fast..fast, fast,FAST! Why not? bulldozers are heavy..like, tanks! You’re welcome..like.