Blackout

Kids, are you up yet?
The weirdest thing just happened last night. I left the Chateau early. Too many memories of butterflies. Then the scene is me sittin' in front of the MacBook upstairs in the dimly lit room touching myself to Altuzarra SS11 when grain on glass gets my attention.

And there. Outside at the LED-lit porch is SHE. Long brown hair, a pre-Raphaelite painting. She's wearing some kind of Kimono and a sailors-hat.
My heart, as always, is rockin' out of control.
"Hello YOU" she sings, "…You’re so fucking special! But I’m a creeeeep, I’m a weirdoooo!”
Then she smiles a smile that can cure cancer.

And now, as I'm changing clothes she's downstairs in the kitchen putting the ice in the Pinot.

Tonite Hollywood need to keep it's guard up.