and my teeth were cutting through the rotting lips, and my ribs were coming through the decomposing flesh of my side.
and renee was standing over me going “whats wrong hon?”
…and i said… “i’m dying…. thats whats wrong”
she said “oh gee, all this time… i thought you were having a good time building sand castles.”
she was at a distance
they carried me out in that drunken classic jesus sailor pose. one arm over one man, one over the other, feet dragging.
and i was mortified, because the following day, i was supposed to do my big scene in the movie.