We live in a bad suburb, they say
The ageing rich flock here for unbridled sexual debauchery but they chicken out. They don't do a dirty dark deed.
They head to the local pub instead.
We sit there ready, say hello, chat about what we'd award the Best Drug Ever, and exchange numbers with ill thought-out networking plans.
I even have superpowers: I knew my plane was going to explode, and it did.
I read the news from bed, having skipped the flight, with a happy confidence in my abilities.
Mostly, I pay less than a movie ticket price for a life that is more eventful than a movie.









