Walking home in the rainy season, she stands backlit by our local Daiei store. "You're hot," she sings in English, "I said you're hot."

Neither O'Doyle nor Steve made any effort to conceal their enjoyment of the sight of bare breasts.

He stood holding her pearl necklace under the almond trees, feeling old.

In the back seat of your parent's car, you are forever a hopeful child, sticky with ice cream and safe from bills.

What kind of yoga do you do? He asked with a psychopathic wistfulness.

Winter white light is all we get, up in the house. It makes us stale and crumbly like the cookie tray we assemble for neighbors.

Do you want to gamble? Let's gamble. It was a challenge. 

We spent the afternoon filming, but he never pressed "record."

People wake up for emergencies.

The apartment appeared to be empty, until I saw a pair of legs on a bed through a doorway.

Failure is written on the crotch of her underwear.