My guru, Luisaaa, my guru! He’s on his last reincarnation before—” Richard’s fingers go pufff! Nirvanawards. “Come to an audience. His waiting list normally takes, like, forever, but jade-ankh disciples get personal audiences on the same afternoon. Like, why go through college and s**t when Maharaj Aja can, like, teach you everything about … It.” He frames the moon in his fingers. “Words are so … uptight… Space … it’s so … y’ know, like, total. Smoke some w**d? Acapulco Gold. Got it off of Bix.” He edges nearer. “Say, Lu, let’s get high after the party. Alone together, my place, dig? You could get a very exclusive interview. I may even write you a song and put it on my next LP.”
“I’ll pass.”
The minor-league rock musician narrows his eyes. “Unlucky time of the month, huh? How’s next week
