it keeps charging on as if it 's ready to face the greatest foe in the universe . the time is 1969 , the place is new york city , and in these concrete canyons , everybody has got an angle . from each poked a yellow-tipped stick . how could you have found it ? his hand slipped back inside my jeans and he muttered , `` not me , baby , you . '' her pink lips and sparkly eyes . i groaned and frowned at the clock , all messed up from the nap . 