Phil, Trent. Trent, Phil So I'm driving out of Chavez Ravine with Phil after watching the Dodgers win a squeaker and Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" comes on the radio. "Closer" is angry music, brooding and distorted, so I turn it up loud. 'Cause, y'know, I'm a brooding and distorted kinda guy. You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you. Help me, I broke apart my insides, Help me, I've got no soul to sell, Help me, the only thing that works for me, Help me get away from myself. I want to [silence] you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside, I want to [silence] you like an animal, My whole existence is flawed, You get me closer to God. I turn the radio down a bit and say, "Hee." Phil looks a little unsettled. "Ah," he says, adding "Um" a moment later. "That's not 'I want to invite-out-out-for-coffee-and-maybe-have-a-nice-conversation you like an animal,' is it?" ★