There’s this one time I remember, right back when I was still in love with the beautiful, copper-haired Rachel, and when Kris was still alive, and not only alive, but laughing and making all of us feel like rock stars, when for a few short seconds the whole damn mess seemed to make sense. Some people might call it an epiphany, I suppose. To be clearer, which is to say, a little less mystic, I caught a glimpse of La Vida Loca from the outside, and when I say the crazy life, I’m referring of course to the name of the café, for that’s what it was called. It’s still there by all accounts, which isn’t really so strange. After all, I’m not that old.