Long story short, now Marla's out to ruin another part of my life. Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.
Fine.
Neat, I say.
Tyler asks, is this a problem for me?
I am Joe's Clenching Bowels.
No, I say, it's fine.
Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.
Just great, I say. Really.

Nothing is static.
Everything is falling apart.
I know this because Tyler knows this.

What you have to know is that Marla is still alive. Marla's philosophy of life, she told me, is that che can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't.