I had cut the deck to the Ace of Tentacles. Don’t look back they say but we always do. The road to Playa de las Palmas was arduous. I was riding the clutch & she was commenting on the tuck-and-roll upholstery. There are things that are meant to be whispered like seafoam across the sand & I told her so. We had been running on fumes ever since we crossed the border, & we’d gone too far to turn back now. It’s late at night & it starts to rain. Windshield wipers slapping like a metronome keeping time. It’s difficult to see in the blinding glare of oncoming headlights, but is that Janet Leigh hurtling through space towards the Bates Motel?