#dw im not crazy i will be civil and polite with him

[chronicroderick]

Calamari, suckers and all, in a tartar sauce. Chorizo stuffed dates. Sautéed garlic shrimp. Tiny portions of five different dishes I cannot name. The ticket will cost more than I can afford. Brick streets. Rich women in sundresses and big sunglasses. Men in ostentatious suits and hats. Pricey cars crawling by. A dash on the back of a red motorcycle. An evening swim in the gated community pool. Helmet hair, sweaty temples, blinking up at the night sky and the street lamps I speed by on the ride back to where I'm staying. Face to face with Hannibal Lecter first thing Sunday morning. Falling into his eyes. His face. Falling into myself. Things are right. Things are good.