laceditwithmarijuana.

    "ButsometimesIfeellikeImbeingtornintwo.MymomanddadwaokeepgoingtolessonswithMr.Martin.Youknow,thesymphonyorasoloist."

    "LikeLiberace."led.

    "Shutup."

    "Fairy."

    "Shutup."Ipunchedhimontheshoulder.

    "Easy,man."Herubbedhisarm."Youcoulddoit,though,whateveryouwant.Imgood,butyoureoutofthisworld.Likeyouvebeenatitallyourlifeoryouwerebornthatway."

    Maybethedopemademesayit,ormaybeitwasthebinationofthesummernight,thepost-performancehigh,orthefactthatOscarwasmyfirsttruefriend.OrmaybeIwasdyingtotellsomeone,anyone.

    "Ivegotafession,Oscar.ImnotHenryDayatall,butahobgoblinthatlivedinthewoodsforalong,longtime."

    Hegiggledsohard,astreamofsmokepouredoutofhisnostrils.

    "Seriously,maoletherealHenryDay,kidnappedhim,andIgedintohim.Weswitchedplaces,butnobodyknows.Imlivinghislife,andIguessheslivingmine.Andonceuponatime,Iwassomebodyelse,beforeIbecameageling.IwasaboyinGermanyorsomewherewheretheyspokeGerman.Idontremember,butitesbaeinbitsandpieces.AndIplayedpianotherealongtimeago,untilthegelingscameandstoleme.AndnowImbackamongthehumans,andIhardlyrememberanythingaboutthepast,butitslikeImpartHenryDayandpartwhoIusedtobe.AndImusthavebeenoneusiwaybackwhen,becausethatstheonlyexplanation."

    "Thatsprettygood,man.SowherestherealHenry?"

    "Outinthewoodssomewhere.Ordeadmaybe.Hecouldbedead;ithappenssometimes.Butprobablyhid