And there it was. Glowing, damn near seemed to Billy–a golden dick, covered with jewels and possibly chicken nuggets–it shimmied in the light like a laser show that got drunk and fled the planetarium and crashed a bat mitzvah. He could not look away, not in this lifetime, not with these eyes and this mind: it had a gravity! My God, it had a gravity to it that no rocket could loose itself from, so what chance did Billy’s eyes have?
It called to him. Like a whisper, but meatier, and in the secret language that only Billy could understand. Plug your ears! No good, not gonna work. Run from it, Billy! No. The floors are tarry, and his feet are clay, and all the world is uphill from that–THAT BEAUTIFUL MOTHERFUCKER–which could never be obtained.
It was the one dick that Billy could never punch.
This puts a spotlight on the secret beating heart of Billy’s relationship with Garcia