"fair enough"
Phil Hartman was in my dream last night.
Somehow, we both new that his death was in the near future. Only in my dream, we said it was going to be a heartattack. But he walked me home, and arm in arm on the night sidewalk, he made jokes about death and about me crying about his impending death. When we reached my house, he helped me set the table while I tried to ask him if he knew exactly how much time he had. But he brushed aside my question to talk about something else. He told me not to watch him go because that would be too depressing. But after our hug ended and he stepped out onto the porch, I was overcome with the simple fact that this would be the last time I would see him. He got in his car and I ran to the front door, where I watched as his car pulled away into the night, not able to move--even after he'd turned the corner.
