We live out lives all at once...
"Angela laughed at me. "Screw that, lover. Just go make us enough money so we can have one hell of a party. You know we're both going to die soon enough anyway. I want to go out with a bang, not a whimper."
"I got busy arguing with her but she kissed me. She kept her lips locked over mine as the police kicked in her front door. She kept her eyes locked on mine and the Angela I knew, the Angela of my dreams and my nightmares, whispered, "We're already dead and gone lover."
"Angela was right back then and she’s still right in my head and heart now. We both died in that room twenty years ago. The bright and beautiful people we were before prison, before Detroit, they’re dead and gone. The young, vibrant people we used to be are moldering corpses. After that, what else is left? What else is worth living for?"