Chapter 3

“How’s your writing?” Krish asks, just to make conversation. Dane writes songs—like the ones they sing here at the Dharma, true, but Krish doesn’t mind listening to Dane’s music. He has a breathy, smoked-out voice Krish finds intoxicating, and Dane sits for hours in the kitchen, one leg propped up on his chair and a notebook open in front of him, picking songs out of his beat-up guitar. Krish stands in the doorway watching, listening to love songs Dane says are written for him. That’s why Dane likes this Randy fellow, says his music is everything he always wanted his own to be, only Krish thinks Dane’s a hundred times more talented than Randy Blake. Dane laughs when he tells him that and says it’s because they sleep together he thinks that way.

Krish isn’t too sure. “That new song you’re working on,” Krish prompts when Dane frowns at him. “How’s that one coming along?”