Hericane's pretty jumpy during the drive across town--not just because she's used to flying, I'm sure. Nothing like a little quiet time in a car for harsh reality to sink in a little deeper.
As for me, I'm jumpy, too, for a different reason: I hate hate hate going to The Zoo. It is by far one of the sleaziest places in Isosceles City.
There it is now, up ahead, bathed in blazing pink neon--the strip club, not the animal park. Though truth be told, I don't see much difference between the two most nights.
I get the valet parking, plus I slip the guy an extra twenty. You think getting out of a car with Hericane's gonna decrease your car's chances of getting broken into? Think again.
Especially when the strip joint you're walking into is full of grade A certified animal-based super-v
