ANGELIC...
I exit the garage and walk the few steps to the car. Before entering, I look around me. Race cars screech on the tarmac and people around are shouting and throwing drinks in the air.
Happiness. It doesn't matter if it lasts five seconds or five hours, if these people will be unhappy with their realities when the sun comes up. Now they are happy and that's all that matters. Unlike most of the people around me, these people know they will have a bit of happiness each time they gather here.
I get into the car. LeBlanc's perfume takes the place of the smell of the street in my head.
I look for the key card in the pocket of my shorts and I can't find it. I fiddle with the car; the seats, the dashboard, the console. I bend down to search the floor. I grope the floor of th
