The other day, at about two in the afternoon, E.S. and I walked by a liquor store in our neighborhood and saw a woman helping a man out the door who was obviously three sheets to the wind. Then we had the following conversation:
E.S.: Would you stay with me if I became a falling-down drunk?
E.S.: What if I had a lot of money?
FAUSTUS: I would stay with you long enough to make sure you left everything to me in your will, and then I would push you in front of a subway. Everybody would think you had just fallen because you were drunk.
E.S.: I can’t argue with that logic.