Robert Walters was a good friend of mine who died due to a car accident in July of 1999. He was a captivating writer and poet, and he liked to frequent coffee shops and discuss philosophy. After he died, about a year later, I began dreaming about his accident, and I woke up one night and wrote this for him. It seemed to be a good way of exorcising the demons, so to speak. I've been told that the ending is too abrupt, but I wanted it cut off with no resolve, because that, to me, was Robert's life.