Ryan Maloney draws concept art for his graphic novel The Night My Bed Turned Into a Submarine. Three speakers exchange a lyrical goodbye, mixing gratitude for teaching photography and music lessons with anxiety about departure and a repeated question: Do you know how I hope you think I'm cool?
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I know you're leaving in the day, but I still keep hanging on to all the things I've got to say before you leave me waiting on another turn to get the scoop of what today's cool. You've always kept me in the loop with all your outs and all your ins. You've kept me from the cringe of all our hipster relatives.
Wahoo!
Do you know how I hope you think I'm cool?
We had our lesson yesterday, and I still can't get enough of all the music that you played for me. I never heard such cool stuff. I sent the vampires away, but then you told me, Bray, just sing one song and you'll relate. And so I gave another try, and soon I saw that I was just a fan for new guys.
Do you know how I hope you think I'm cool? Please be careful when you go. Take your photographs.
I'd like to see them in the cold.
Where I'll be while you're relaxed.
And let it out in the Cyprus sun. Just playing, having fun. To think you've earned it all for once. From all your very special tips, I learned about how to shoot. So please keep sending helpful hints.
Do you know how I hope you think I'm cool?[No speech]