You know how you have this old friend you’ve known for 20 years now, who’s always been a little nuts, or gets a little high, or just is, you know, eccentric, but in a way that is so clueless that it’s kind of endearing? Someone you can count on for a laugh, because you always can say, “Oh, no, not that again?”

And then one day they get married or get religion or get a job or just, you know, grow up, and, while, in absolute terms, obviously there’s a lot more peace and contentment there, and you’re happy for them, really you are, but at the same time, deep down in your heart, you go, “Oh, but I do miss some of the shit that crazy bitch used to do!”

La Cieca is not talking about Lou Reed.