ed has prostate cancer. ed believes in god but since his wife died twenty years ago he can't feel anything but rage towards him. ed wishes he had a daughter like me. ed has one daughter and one son. ed has a lot of regrets. ed thinks that when you want to touch someone or when you want to kiss someone and don't, you die a little death inside. ed believes that if you love someone you should just [excuse his french.] fucking say it. ed held my hand for four blocks. ed says he's a great cook. ed gave me his phone number and i remember every digit. ed's fingernails are filthy and i can see where he cut himself shaving a couple of days ago. ed invited me out to brunch on saturday. ed said i could invite my boyfriend. ed thinks i'm beautiful.

i know because he told me so.

[why is it that an old man - strung out on angeldust - a stranger asking me to call him a cab as we pass each other in this strange little life - in this strange little land - can tell me the exact things i've been needing to hear?]