In Laymon's Terms

And that was it. Just a nice way for my own subconscious to tell me that everything’s okay with my friend, and giving me a chance to talk to him again. If you knew him, I hope you’ve had similar dreams. If you didn’t, I hope you can at least picture him sitting at his desk, looking like a jolly accountant, grinning like the very devil, grinding out his unmistakable literary nastiness. If that image doesn’t make the body of work he left us with that much more precious, then it damn well should.

So I guess I’ll see ya.

*This lie was not intentional. I promise. But I did do it.

** I could explain this further, but I’m not going to.