"So, I'm thinkin'-" He paused for a moment to pull out a cigarette and then proceeded to light it.  The smoke curled up from the burning tar into the chilling night air.  "I'm thinkin' about this girl."  He paced around for a minute, pausing every once in awhile to stare at the moon.  

       "Yeah, and?  What of it man?  It's not like anything's going to happen, right? Right?  We got stuff to do, places to go."  His friend was leaning up against a flickering street lamp, fiddling with his hands.  "Besides, these things usually don't work out, you know?  Why try, man?"

       "Shit.  You always gotta rain on my parade, don't you?  Maybe I really like this girl, you know?  I tell ya, she's a beautiful thing, though."

       "Oh yea?  What's she look like, man?"  His friend raised an eyebrow.

       "She's got long dark hair, pale skin - but not a sickly pale - a gentle pale.  She'd glow in this moonlight, like an angel or somethin'.  Entrancing eyes, too.  She's quite the lady, as far as looks go.  Love at first sight, if ya believe in that kinda stuff."
       "What you gonna do, man?"

       He walked around some more, again glancing at the full moon several times.  After coughing a few times, he replied.  "I'll tell you the same answer I give to just about any question -
       "I don't know..."