One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It’s all  turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn’t  happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway.  You’ll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger,  being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don’t you talk  to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln  town car. That girl, you can’t even call that girl. What the fuck are you  still doing driving a cab