(written on the back of a U2 CD booklet.)
Barry,
You're gone. You're stuck somewhere back there. You've got no time for me. When we talk, you just watch the clock. Let go. You spend your time obsessing over old pictures or reading science fiction or listening to old music, 80s at Noon, you are so chronic. Put down the bottle, turn off the New Wave Music, get a hair cut. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say.
Moll