It was a dark and stormy night...

It had been nearly two and a half months since I’d last set foot on solid ground. Whilst the winds of New York had fortuitously carried my wings to and from Gallagher’s 2000, I was in need of rejuvenation. Coincidence struck my left engine as it sputtered a cry of fatigue forcing me to begin my emergency descent into the abyss.

I came to on a red cushioned chair facing a stage which beckoned witnesses closer to those who emerged down the steps. Reassuring hands glided across my shoulders along my chest as the masseuse expressed my reprieve was just beginning. I asked her where I was and ordered a Boston Lager. Upon the steps I saw Intrigue sauntering her way down calling for attention. I made my way over and glided my signature plane along the veneer to show my appreciation. It was a beautiful sight to be had as she undressed her way towards me and whispered, “I haven’t seen you around these parts before stranger, where are you from?” I told her the only thing that matters is where we’re going and she led me down to a black leather sofa. Her body warmed my cold hands as my mind slowed to the rhythm of our beat. I longed for something more but knew this was not the place.

I gazed upon the stage and noticed another woman who made my heart bleed. She reminded me of a paratrooper I’d once known who failed to pull the string. The sight of her tampon in my periphery burned as I walked towards the exit, but Intrigue had left her mark and I felt reinvigorated to continue my journey.