The Last Kiss
And then there was the wave. They had been around the world so many times. They had woken up in houses and haciendas and chateaus. They had woken up hungover and smelling of grease and perfume. Their passports were full. Their memories were so full they had all forgotten about the time, in Latvia, when a gypsy’s monkey stole Creed’s T-shirt, Dion’s sunglasses, Nate’s mandolin, DJ Struntz’s Luger pistol and then made a beautiful sculpture on their veranda. They had all forgotten about the time, in Hong Kong, when CJ and Damien were invited to play tennis against the governor’s twin daughters for the key to the city.They had gone on a wild adventure for the sake of art, or for the sake of adventure itself — no one was quite sure which — but who would have thought that the wave would have found them after they woke up in a mud brick hut? Who would have thought that a wave was the best thing of all?