4After phoning Luce and Ross and filling in the blanks in their memories about the after party - babbling mostly, punctuated with frequent bursts of laughter - Aldo just sinks down on his ratty sofa bed and sits gazing into space for a while, letting it all sink in.
Signed.
Twenty-seven grand in the bank.
Off to the studio to record an album in a few hours.
In a distracted way, he knows there's a s**t-ton of things to think about, a big old pile of details to organise and sort out, but with his head buzzing like a happy hornets' nest and his heart pumping exhilaration with every hard, joyous slam, he can't focus his mind on any one thing for more than a few seconds. So he just sits there with his eyes closed, letting it all wash over him, surrendering to the intense flood of emotion, a
