This all goes back to when my boyfriend and went DJ’g. I worked both ways. On the way to the gig, I’d be happy to be leaving suburbia behind. I’d look at the lit windows of the houses and be glad to be traveling to some place exciting.

Of course, in the late night, coming home, I was tired and eager to get home. The houses just dragged as we went home.

Please understand if I’m keeping this short. I feel a cold coming on, and I’m not feeling too brilliant.