It's raining; it NEVER rains in L.A. You're drinking wine at Dee Dee Ramone's grave with a woman you think you may love; you NEVER love anyone you date. Your relationship with this woman has reached its zenith and you are oblivious. Later you return to Dee Dee's grave with comedian René Lancaster in tow. You plant a big fat kiss on Dee Dee's headstone, as is customary; why hadn't you planted a big fat kiss on the lips of the woman you loved the last time you were there with her? It's because you were oblivious. You remain oblivious.