What Are Friends For?
January, 1984
It was 12 goddamn o'clock at night, and the goddamn knocking on the door wouldn't stop. I put on a bathrobe and went into the living room."Who the goddamn hell is it?" I asked."It's Donald. Can I speak to you?""Now?""It's sort of important," he said.I unlocked the bolt and the chain and let him in. He saw me in my bathrobe and looked toward the bedroom. "You got something going tonight?""Nah," I said. "I was just reading. You want...
