I couldn't exactly ask Umi to turn around and go back to Carniville Park after I realized what a coward I'd been. I guess I just didn't want to deal with Roxanne and her twisted little cottage industry problems. She was pissed off about me chaining her new employee to stripper pole, and yes, it did seem like a terrible thing to do, but Haelie Anne didn't seem to mind too much. Perhaps I knew she'd run and bitch to Mestre Luxx about it, and the last thing I wanted was for him to find me in the private lounge with a girl he'd somehow managed to set me up with.

So there we were, Umi and I, off to a remote muddy, sandy section of Taylor Island. After an evening of drinking, talking and playing guitar until the dawn, I somehow managed to sleep, in that small little tent, well into the afternoon.

3:35pm, Avril 3, 1985
Lizard Point, Taylor Island

Umi:    Are you ever going to get up, Rusty?
Rusty (in tent): Where am I?
Umi:    You're in my tent, silly.
Rusty: I mean...
Umi:    You're on Taylor Island with me... don't tell me
            you've forgotten what a great time we had last
            night!
Rusty: We did?
Umi:    Oh, yeah... we, um, got a little...
Rusty: We didn't... you know...
Umi:    Oh, yeah... we got... um...
Rusty: Oh, shit...
Umi:    Wasted.
Rusty: Is that all?
Umi:    What do you mean, "is that all?"