Visited Damien and Stacy in their boat. Marley, too, but she was put in the bathroom as soon as I got there. "Night, Marley," says Damien. Stacy tells me last time I left I failed to say goodbye to Damien. He had been talking about a kayak and I didn't want to interrupt. She seemed relieved.

Their boat is very big and narrow. I'm telling them about a bigger, narrower boat near there. When I say whose boat it is, I nearly slip and say Stacy and Damien. I stutter, saying it's a name like Damien, another d-a-m name. I also say that the guy is from Australia and the girl South Africa, knowing that I'm talking about other friends of mine.

It appears I'm lying, only the story that I want to tell is true -- I just can't remember any of the details. The boat of the people that I'm talking about has hydrowings; they had a visiting university student install a jet engine. When they took it for a test drive it ended up grounded and the engine burnt up. They had to call for a tow and ended up set back a bit.

While we're talking, Stacy is watching some sort of hi-speed racing on TV. Their boat is unusually large like a trailer home, and dark. Damien looks malnourished like he's been at sea for ages. Red, soft eyes and wet nostrils.