He was found dead outside her house #12-288 with a pistol in his mouth and a note in his hand. And the note read:

Do you remember what happened two years ago on that December night? You made me really happy. Thank you.

It's almost morning and you still couldn't sleep. You looked out the window and was thankful for the little bit of blue sky showing through the crowd of phallic buildings. You tried to make a few phonecalls. He did not pick up. Left a message for him. And took a flight out of the country.

And as you headed there in the air, in a sky full of blue, you felt not just lonely, but terribly alone. You asked the man sitting next to you:

"Can anybody find me, somebody to love?"


You felt like an alien in New York. It's not your country. And it's a foreign room.

The radio played a tune. He told you that Freddie Mercury first sang it in November 1976. And the frontman of Queen died of AIDs in November 1991. This one's sung by George Michael, in Queen's tribute concert to Freddie in 1993. And George's life's a mess now.
The radio sang:

find me, somebody to love
find me, somebody to love
find me, somebody to love
find me, somebody to love
anybody find me,
somebody to love

Dawn was not happy when I told her that many had lain where she was lying at the moment.

"I love all the ladies when they are in my bed. I may be unfaithful but I am always truthful. I only make everlasting love. For I've been taught the instruments of love. How the tongue flickers. Where the rosebud blossoms. How to push the wheelbarrow. When to plug her leak."

I explained that there is only one way to please a lady, which is the only way I know.

She did not believe me until I strummed her body electric.



And I loved her voice when she rose in all her glory above the horizon.