All the times I swore I'd never go back there, after all these years I end up on a plane. Ticket paid for by my youngest uncle. He works at a hotel front desk. The in-flight movie offers no advice. I decide to drink three pink plastic bottles of wine. Think about nothing. Try to clear your head. I think of everything instead. The past sits in my head like a movie. All the scenes blend into one moment I stood outside the Safeway calling collect please please answer the phone.