Jet Set - Go

Officially I am staying at the Los Angeles Hilton, zip code 90210.

Unofficially and completely I am staying where my head rests, hopefully after wild excitement, wunderlust, bruises and the necessary breakdown brought on by distance.

I left her a note amongst the chocolates we bought days ago, melted and since frozen together in one solid brown and black and freckle drenched glob of sugar and cocoa. That note will make her smile because I willed it so hard as I shut the fridge door.

Now, the bird and two mates at the other end, properly introduced to this narrative as Waz and AK. Hopefully an uber shite van for eight hours across desert to fear and loathing - through real good bat country.