Have you ever been in love? I’m talking about spectacular, consciousness-altering love. Do you know what that looks like? I’ve seen it, mate. On the plane back from Sydney. There was this woman, two rows in front of me, in handcuffs, sitting with a cop. He looked at me, knew I was holding. If I didn’t take action I’d be caught. So I got up, went to the lav, proceeded to eliminate the evidence by swallowing my stash. And at that exact moment we hit turbulence. I choked. The entire bag of heroin is stuck in my throat. It’s, uh, it’s over. Everything starts to go dark, I’m slipping into the abyss, and then, I see… her. A woman. Blonde. Rapturously beautiful. And I know her. We’re together. It’s like we’ve always been and always will be. This feeling, this love, and just as I’m about to be engulfed by it… I open my eyes, and this sodding idiot is standing there asking me if I’m okay. But I saw it. Just for a moment, I saw what it looked like.
