As I kept bumping into Keon these days, he reminded me of the Camelot times. That place was literally an enactment of the Earthlings; and I’m not this bit exaggerating! I took up the job because I was desperate for one, swinging my idle ass around for too long made me bored of everything, really. Over at Camelot, whenever we had the opportunity- we would run off to the end of the building just along the beach for a light. Now who cares if we were racist? There then beside the beach was where the show starts- someone is on someone's lap, people taking dirty, exes travelling all the way in hope of rekindling that spark, stories of now and then, exes and new hook-ups. It was sheer entertainment, me lying on one of the overturned canoes drink on one hand and light on the other, the salty sea breeze spears through my hair making a rustling sound, occasionally sweeping an insect or two off my neck and of course, listening hungrily for one juicy story after another. It was nothing malicious, don't get me wrong. Of course there was this one or two beings I was particularly impressed with, not only was the physique but also the... Well, it is the overall impression I guess.

Ah, there was this guy that really annoyed my ass off as well. This particular one- fat, overage and obnoxious, went on rattling about him being a stuntman before on the first night. Did I even look interested? I swear if I had one more drink I’d stuff the cig butt up his nostril. Yea, some people just don’t know when to back off.

It is this kind of epiphany that kills, I say.

As I fell back into slumber this morning, I dreamt of her- holding my baby in her arms.

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