“I wrote the bridge,” I said. She shook her head, a look of awe on her face. “Damn. ‘Bay Window’ is basically my favorite song ever. Did all that really happen?” I nodded. “Down to the black beans.” “Amazing. That is the best ‘fuck you’ in the history of ‘fuck yous.’ Like, okay, you don’t want to kiss me? I’m gonna make you sing about this mistake for the rest of your life, dude. You’re going to be singing about this at the fucking Troubadour in a fucking decade, dude.”
