Phinnaeus:
I say, man, there be moments that affect you for your whole sadsilly life. Early, she says "Phinny boy" to me "what moments are those?" and I just keeps on telling her, man, that I can prove to her I remember the way I was born with that Judah screaming and hanging on to me like it was nothing short of a sin for me to come out first.

"Sin's baggage you don't need, Phinny."
"I know, Early, but you be setting me up and I know where I come out from, man."
"Speak like a person, Phinnaeus."
"I'll be speaking like a person, man, you think when you throw the Misters out of those Wheels and I don't have to be hanging out on the shoulder with Judah blocking out the whoo-whoos yes and aahs," I says to her. But Early turns away leaving me an old cold shoulder Early she does and I go on my way, man, trying to figure out which memory is from the past and which is from the future but I know ZERO is the midway-bidway point so I starts from there, man.

Now I comes out into this world, man, covered in a red satin curtain like I mean to be hid away forever in her guts where she stowed away and stuffed us through a chord woved of blood redandblue like a bridge-highway between her being and ours full of marzipan and elbow maccaroni and fruit and birds and leaves all mashed up broken down into fiber and proteins and saturated/trans/unsaturated fats and hydrogenated thisandthat. I remember it like yesterday covered up spat out like goo, man, because that's all we ever be in the end and it's life, so a miracle beautiful like a ribbon highway.

And I remember it like yesterday when she was alone but soon to have us crying around, man, and she felt her guts rejecting us parasites because we grow too big and too much for her take in one sitting. But sit she does all right and the guts contract and she's silent, my Early, because no coward ever dribbled from my mother's mouth or lurked up in her head, man. The body has a mind of its own not Early's not mine not Judah's and it screams but mindovermatter wins over 'cause it's Early here we're talking of and she silences that scream and channels energy God energy towards my head. That's right, man, my head.

Judah boy, he rebels and that twists fate up in confusion inside her. Words-not-words but emotion like a photon stream slice up and into my head and it's war. But the war, man, it don't last like for everybody else because inside her, man, Judah never saw me and once he opened his eyes and did, my first and his second arrival are forgotten.