I remember so well when you broke my heart.
It was not passionate, or romantic, or anything like what the books described.
The park we sat in, was so quiet that the beats of my heart sent pulses along the ground and up to the branches of the trees above us.
I can still see the picnic rug when I shut my eyes. Lined blue and red, I ran my fingers across it, much like I used to your spine.
You spoke of your new girl, the way I wished you would speak of me.
Eleonora. You told me.
Your Ellie, Your Leo, Your Norie.
Although it was not this that had pained me.
It was what happened next.
It was the way you turned to me, with your ever fluorescent eyes
and asked me how I was.
It was the way I looked at you and lied.
"Good".

“That's reminiscent,” Norie mused, “of
The Man with Two Eyes, from which I'll now supply a brief quote: 'The first 15 minutes are the hardest,' I  told my new girlfriend seemed to understand even tho she was new.
      'Will I always be your girlfriend?' She asked expectantly.
      'No,' I mushed, 'some day you'll be a miserable
      memory like radiation therapy or dialysis.'
      'If I turned Italian, grew whiskers & spoke
      with a limp would you not still love me?'
      'Still?...oh yeah, sure still...'"
“I remember that,” Kevvy said. “How about this
quote from the same book:
THE RED STREAK OF DANGER {"Gene, Gene, the
      sexiest old man I'd ever had anything to do with."}
      'Isn't this a nice place to pick, Nick?' Asked his girlfriend.
      'Yes, that way it'll be infected in no time!'
      'Should I have washed my hands?'
      'No, I prefer my woman's hands unwashed.'
      'Will you be taking that trip to Cleveland?'
      'Yes, I'm afraid I have no choice.'
      'Oh Nick, must it be this way?'”
  “Yes, Nick, I mean Kevver, that one's always occupied a special place in my heart adjacent to the interventricular septum.”
   “For me, it's the right atrioventricular (tricuspid) valve.”
   “You lying sack of ****!”
   “Be careful Norbert!” Kevin cautioned. “You wouldn't
want to bust your posterior interventricular septal artery.”
   “You're right. I wouldn't want that...”