While I grab a taxi I'm still fascinated: not a paparazzi in sight.
On the other hand, I don't know why I still expect them, so far they have never shown up.

I take a sip from my flask with Madeira and tell the cabbie to drive slow. He nods, and accelerates like a racecar driver. The car smells of leather and old perfume. Outside the night is dark as water.

I wonder if grannies attorney will await me @ the hotel?
Then my cell beeps.
1 new message. Grannies attorney. Poor guy. Relatives must REALLY be bothering him.
Gran Canyon ☾ 7/06/2011
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3 comments:

  1. EdJuly 7, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    I think its convenient to always suspect them to show up, just in case.. so youre prepared the day you are (will be) famous. x

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  2. AnonymousJuly 9, 2011 at 4:13 PM

    exactly, agree w above speaker

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  3. Chelsea Nicole.July 11, 2011 at 1:42 PM

    this is where my parents always stay. i miss it.

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