The Cream of The crop It is dangerous in that it numbs you Here are your options : Me and only me. None of your friends will rememb er you, and you’ll have wasted an entire life. A ghost passes by, and it bleeds, by the tree. Flame, Open Flame, In my Gar- den, By the Tree. I could recognize his voice in a sea of a million voices. Easily. Unfortu- nately I never listened to what Harold said