Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Morphine Memories One part II (10)

I have no idea how I did in that contest but I do know that 5 minutes after I was out of the event, I started driving back to Ferrol.

It was a big detour, it was not on the way to France, the next stop on tour and it just happened it was not planned at all. Like the tractor beam from a death star it just sucked me north and back to Ferrol and the goddess.

I had never done this before, it was breaking from the plan, this was a huge deviation. Of course there was a plan and it was a simple one.

Whatever  you do , do not get married before 30 and before then do as much naughty shit as legally possible. 

Europe had just opened up a whole new avenue of adventures and there was a new one to be had every single week. You never went back.

Going back was not part of the plan, not even for a goodess. You never went back.


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