That was quite a trip, wasn't it? In every sense of the word.
Joe dictated poetry, while you and I played willful scribe. Producing impressionistic, collaborative
rot.
It can't have been pretty. We were drunk as lords and spending money like Westerners without
a purpose. Totally out of character for you. You have a very puritanical streak, if I may say so,
a very well-defined sense of morality.
And in Budapest it was all so feudal. But we were young.
Can you forgive yourself - or me?