back in hollywood a french producer takes me for a drive in the mercedes. Two seats; top down. Mamma, I’m going to be a star.
On the other side, Veronica takes down an airplane shooter in a Fort Lauderdale motel parking lot as a gust of wind rips off her pink cowboy hat. She laments the loss of her vodka orange juice seized too early by TSA. Early onset hurricane season.
rupture and home. I’m collecting the fragments.