As a kid, I didn't read a great deal of fiction, and I've forgotten most of what I did read.
Maybe we should have known that night in Denver that things that begin with plywood Greek columns and artificial smoke typically don't end well. Maybe the Hollywood stars and the glamour blinded us a little: you thought it was the glare, some of us thought it was a halo.
The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.