"I have this friend, Jesse. The first thing to notice about him is that he is inordinately handsome, the way trees are handsome, the way birds are handsome, the way the complex and often misunderstood rules of baseball are inordinately handsome. This was what I noticed, many years ago, when Tom Clancy was still alive. Then the years passed: Gabriel García Marquez died, Ray Bradbury died, Donna Summer struggled with lung cancer for a while before ultimately dying. Meanwhile, the hair fell down around Jesse’s ears like a marvelous race-car, it fell down like a wayward train, it fell down wet and full of vigor, it tickled his neck with sin, and there were many of us who wanted an end to it (the hair). This was before we knew its power."