Some people who hear it, they fall in love with it. Some of them say it’s like music. Like beautiful music. The music of the spheres. The sound of t...e earth turning. The sound of the stars burning. Like they’ve been waiting for it, a missing piece. Something they lost once, but have found again.”“It’s like a choice,” Clay said. “Like one of those tests, the inkblot test, where you can see what you want.”“Sorta,” said Ashe.They listened together, bathed in sweat, bodies pressed close together.. I don’t know if it was just my imagination or difference in perception but Dave was no longer a little fat dirty old man. He was still chubby and his hair too long. However, he’d washed himself because he no longer smelled. He’d combed his hair, put on a clean shirt and pants. I stopped sniffling. I gestured at him and said, “You did all that for me.” Dave said, “of course I couldn’t make love to a lady like you the way I was. I think you’re a special person, very beautiful and a guy like me is. Don't you think she's disgusting, I mean, she always smells of cheap perfume and cigarettes and I've seen first time transvestites do a better job of their make up. I'm surprised you could keep a straight face as you watched helplessly, while she unlaced that ridiculous girdle she was wearing. And for one awful minute I thought she was going to leave that cigarette in her mouth when she finally started to climb on top of you. I almost felt sorry for you when I watched the video of her, grunting. ’ ‘What happens if I don’t?’ I asked. ‘Then you’re probably not going to make it to the hospital.’ I quickly signed the paper and vowed to stop being a wise guy. I saw the EMT stick a needle into the IV and then the lights went out. I floated on a purple cloud. Strange dreams danced in my psyche. I wondered if I was dead. A bright light woke me up. I was flat on my back. I looked around. My mother and my sister were standing beside the bed. What were they doing here? They live in Spokane.