First lines: The sky was filled with meteor trails, like fireflies streaked across the windshield while driving on the Interstate in the early evening. At 7 he was a concert pianist; at 8 he turned lead into gold; at 9 he saw God at the mall and he had been locked up ever since. Her secrets were hers no more; they were displayed on billboards all over the city. I drank until I passes out, and then in dreams I drank some more.