"Finally. Our esteemed guest" The barrel chested man said. His breath reeking of whiskey. 

He clicked his teeth. "Esteemed guest, man where was my ride."

"We'll make that happen next time." Dylan said.

He clicked his teeth again.

"BAKA don't do next times. Do it every time now."

The man with the barrel chest...

Marc didn't understand how he had arrived.  Westcity back again. He was a bit off balance. Dizzy even. The low lights of the bar didn't help, but another thought worried him more.

"How did I get here?"

He looked down a wood table held a dark liquor drink in a nice...

There hadn't been a connection in awhile. He wrote in a notebook in a cafe on the island. The sun was against his shoulders, and it had been hot since 9am. It was now hard to see. In another hour old men would come around with small purses and toys...

The pavement that Marc Love walked over was nearly 1000 years old. The plaque of an old church said that at least. It said it in Italian, Spanish, German and maybe Chinese. That one he wasn't sure about. 

It seemed believable to him though. Marc liked how the stones felt...

The boat was supposed to leave near Cefalu, then head to the islands. Not that Jack could say but he knew the  Blue Man would be there. 

The boat was smaller than he thought. It seemed less like a tour, and more like someones cousin was filling in for someone...

"Business or pleasure?" A American guy said. He sat next to Jack. He was too old to know who he was. His hair was grey and he was slightly over weight. 

Jack weighed two responses in his head. On one hand he could say business, but then he'd ask what...

Just as fast as it started it ended. The connection. Marc Love sat on the boat and he felt like he was going to be sick, or cry. It felt like the boat was rocking now more than it should. 

But it was all the same as it was, the...

"So now you can see me for who I am what do you think?" The  Blue Man asked Jack in his head. 

"I uuhh." Jack said confused. In one part of his mind he was in Berlin scribbling words on a piece of paper, in another he was a washed...

The  Blue Man had to move. He knew that, but another part of him just wanted to stay. So what if this man knew where he was. So what if he was found. Maybe that would be better. He thought he had had a good run.

He ordered his usual. An ...

“Do people still stay there? Umm the  Seaside Rest ?”

“Yeah of course it’s like pretty crazy, it’s hard to believe, but yeah I mean it’s still going it’s like a tourist attraction now, people travel from all over to go to the dumpster.”

“You think it was real?”

“Me uhh not really...