you could read the dumb things i write and eat the dumb dinners i cook.  we could stay up all night listening to bomb the music industry.  you could tell me secrets and i could tell you my get-rich-quick schemes.  we could stay up all night watching b-movies on my couch and fall asleep next to each other.  we could be happy the rest of our lives or until things got really awful.  and then we could never speak again.