"Yeah hi John, how're ya doing? It's a fine morning, you can see the sun over the city if you just open your eyes and sometimes I think that maybe we're all turning into vampires, you know, like in that book," he pauses again to take a drag on his cig, "Dracula? Yeah, just like that, we're all gonna be allergic to sunlight or some such shit, the way we stay up all night, or I stay up all night, you weren't at this party last night were you? You couldn't tell me the name of this broad I went home with, because I'll tell ya, I can't for the life of me remember her name. I'm thinking of calling her Penelope, you know, not out loud."