I get a morbid satisfaction watching sunset in all its degradation. We were in a restaurant for wannabes clinking glasses in celebration. We had to leave before something bad occurred. And Nico grabbed the keys. We drove out in the early morning with the radio jammed on R'n'B. Drive away, drive away, and he turned to me and smiled. Said, how does it feel to be living through the Fall of Rome? And I said it's beginning to feel OK. The last time. -Justin Sullivan-