THE DROP OFF 

I’m at the hush-hush security area of Van Nuy’s airport, waiting for my new employer VS. I’m excited, bored to death and a bit nervous. Next level – here I fucking come. 

I have been hanging around this lounge for four days now and been getting hourly updates regarding my employer’s whereabouts. And finally. He’s arriving, through the glass doors I see this persona coming down the stairs from the small jet. Super tight yellow shorts, way too short leather jacket, long sweeping hair and boots. Small tote over his shoulder. I rest my case. This guy is an icon. 

First thing he says: ”Howdy man. Have you got any coke?” My head spins and I do a double take. He is asking for coke now? It’s 3.30 am. How the heck am I going to get hold of anything stronger than coffee at this hour? I grab my phone and start flicking through my contacts for Doctor Emergency’s details. If I don’t get hold of this special order I might loose my job before I even started it. However, VS chuckles. ”It’s all right son. I meant Coca Cola.” 

He produces a brand new bottle of Jack Daniels from his bag. Relieved, I enter the lounge area and push the button of the vending machine for a soda. I return to VS with the can of Coke and say: ”You want ice with that?” There is a moment of silence while he empties the soda into the liquor. ”No, son. But you can drop me off at the Rainbow.” 

The Fragrance Journey is based on a legend.