“Excuse me??”

He repeated the line. I’m confused. Does he know my driver? Did the driver call him? How long ago did they talk??

Sat down to gather my thoughts before asking him anything else.

He, on the other hand obviously dismissed my presence and onto his project a long time ago. I see him pinch a measure of greens between his fingers and place it in a small pile on top of two sheets of whisper thin paper.

Oh great he’s about to blaze up. Why I got to smell that stuff??? I was here first…well technically…and I should tell him, I mean “ask” him to relocate.

I needed a calmer so I hooked the player to the speaker then swallowed a mouth full of rum & red stripe. Music oh sweet music what would I do without you. Close my eyes letting the alcohol harness my nerves and my lips so I don’t say what I’m thinking.

I check through my bag. Money still there. Card still there. Extra batteries still accounted for. Wait…where is my…oh that’s still here too. All that worrying for nothing. I could still be enjoying the surf washing over my feet and the melodies of the next vocal set on the player. Oh well…it’s getting late and my ride is on the way. Let me call to see how close he is.

The second I looked at my phone I knew…