"How is Yoko?"

John took a drag of the joint and blew out its tendrils a moment later.

"We're getting a divorce."

Paul furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why? I thought you both lived in tha' ridiculous philosophy of Yoko is me, and that's reality?"

John tossed the roach out the window, sighing.

"Things have changed, Paul."

"Okay, Bob Dylan," Paul giggled, "What's the other reason why you are splitting about?"

He knew John all too well.

"A girl named Kayla is the other reason."