There was something in the way Eliot said, “Here’s some sweet-nuh,” holding the steering wheel with his left hand and passing me a silver flask with his right. The way Miss Peaches tilted the rear view mirror and smiled me a promise that Everything’s going to be alright.
I remember thinking Ah yes, now it’s begun – finally, Chapter One is here, as I licked my finger to turn the page.
That night Eliot took us on a ride and we never returned. Looking back with mythical eyes, I can say this was the fateful bounce that followed my bottoming out. The auspicious onset of my epic daze.