OFFER Guy in a blue shirt take the walkman out of your ears, I want to tell you something illuminating about me. Take my hand while we talk, it's not cold or sweaty, there are fine small hairs on its back, blue tunnels underneath the skin, and in the cove between thumb and forefinger a grid of lines that maps the electricity of my body. I'm charged, guy in a blue shirt, with a mission all my own to tell you this thing I mentioned before--doesn't it make you smile when a stranger talks to you, and don't you feel open now, as never since the first time someone said your name gladly, guy in a blue shirt, as if his mouth were coining the only money he wanted to spend, and can't you feel my intentions rising to the best they could be toward you, which is all or just about all I wanted to tell you anyway.