Where is your 15 minutes of fame? Did you leave it in the dishwasher or in the sockdrawer? Is it shrinking in your dryer while you talk to your friend, about his liver problems? Isn't there another friend who hates you now somewhere in North Carolina that wrote that really good postcard after high school when you'd just had lunch with your mother and she told you she had something to say but forgot. Do you live in a country? What's it like? The classroom your imaginary children sit in, watching the encyclopedia from the back of the really tall quiet kid that you tell yourself you could take on in his lonely lurkiness. Then you see his locker wallpapered in images of some actor you remember from a movie you saw at your friends house, about a girl and a boy who ended up at the ocean walking away at he end of the film.