“Real talk man all this is yours?”

“Yeah I mean, uh sort of. It is his, but yeah legally mine.”

“And why you never just live here?”

“I idk I was trying to run, and this still was attached to me. Like my names on it. So I assumed people would just come...

BAKA thought but would never tell anyone that he hated being on the road. He always had to wake up and pretend like he was ready, but what he missed most out of anything was a routine. 

Routine got him off the streets and making music. 

Routine got him record...

"I used to work in a place like this." Marc said. 

"They got milkshakes?" Baka replied.

"Uh not really actually, but all the other food, more of a breakfast place. But uh." Marc said looking over his shoulder and pointing around. "It was the same size as this."

"You cook or something?"

"Yeah,...

Marc Love could see everyone inside. It was night and the fluorescent lights were the only light for awhile. 

There was a family with kids, they had milk shakes. Something Marc hadn’t had in years. He felt his mouth water. 

But he had business to do. 

Scanning the place he...

Marc Love arrived in Reno in a similar way to how he left Westcity .

Confused and alone. Marc Love was thinking about something else. But then he just arrived in Reno Nevada. 

He was on a bus. Again there was only a man on the bus, he was on his...

Marc Love doesn’t remember falling asleep but he was jolted awake from a train passing.  It was dark outside so that made sense but he last remembered  Westcity now he was in England. 

The only person next to him was a portly woman on her phone. The phones volume was...

 "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...