DAYDREAMIN’ DAUPHIN

The Dauphin thought the six o’clock alarm would never ring. But it rings and I rise (not easy when you're passed out on the floor), wipe the ouzo out of my eyes. My steppin’ razor’s cold and it stings—but I strap it under my belt anyway and I’m ready to go out into the night, for a seven o’clock screening of a film I’ve not been looking forward to seeing, Poltergeist II: The Other Side.