satyr

Had the story taken place in Paris, I could imagine Matt spending almost every sunset of his first two years of college sitting on top of the butte Montmartre, alone in a crowd, drowning his sorrows in cheap Heineken, going through the chorus over and over in his head... ... and then going back to the same spot at the end of chapter 33. If you spin it a little further, you might also hear Andy humming the same tune in one of his I'm-right-why-can't-anyone-else-get-me episodes.