Eat a good breakfast; you're gonna need it. revised.

"Eat a good breakfast. You're gonna need it."

"What did you learn, Crystal?" She raised her voice to me like a cocksure mother as she was getting into the Driver's seat. She had sunglasses in her hair and a Red Bull in her hand. I was in the passenger seat. It was midnight in Los Angeles.

"What did you learn?" she taunted me again. I was her four-year-old son for a second but we were on amphetamines.

"I don't know, Ashley. What did I learn?" also cocksure.

We were en route to O'Connell's Pub for Cocktails.

"Don't look people in the eye. Jeramy taught me that years ago." She said it with her head cocked to the side the way that only she cocks it with a Big-T.I.P. sensual smile. Oh, and those teeth.

When she said it it sounded like it could have been the ultimate wisdom but I didn’t believe her. A maxim for the times I guess but I didn’t trust it. I wanted eyes.

 She lowered her shades to cover her eyes and we were off again down Pacific Coast Highway. It was midnight on the western edge of America and we had missed our plane. We didn’t care. We had better things to do. We wanted More. We didn’t want any less.

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