A cheap Saturday night took you down. You died stupidly and harshly and without the means to hold your own life dear.
Your run to safety was a brief reprieve. You brought me into hiding as your good-luck charm. I failed you as a talisman- so I stand now as your witness.
Your death defines my life. I want to find the love we never had and explicated it in your name.
I want to take your secrets public. I want to burn down the distance between us.
I want to give you breath.
- James Ellroy