It’s getting rough out there.
My back is broke. No scratch. My old lady is venomous, she makes me bad food on purpose. I don’t really shower any more. And just yesterday I was on the wrong end of a road rage incident with a man riding a Vespa.
But Silvia Caruso gives me strength; knowing she’s out there and just waiting for something better in this life.
With passage to the Amalfi Coast, I could save her.
I know how it would go down, too. A few drinks, then off for some privacy where I can leave a positano up her brown grotto.