“Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was
the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the
violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my
thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went
through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a
broken record: you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so
cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would
have done if he had died, if that bullet had been two
inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if
I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I
always do. I tell him of how I would want to die, but
that the anguish and the want of death would fade like
the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as
they are now. Perhaps.”