I went to bed the other night, knowing how the last two chapters of FULL SAIL were going to play out, or so I thought. When I woke up, everything had changed.
This line was running through my head.:
I thought it would be fun to take Mulholland Drive back to the hotel. Instead, it almost killed me.
I was toying with some type of scenic drive on Mulholland Drive. I mean, would my gal TJ really be driving a sporty Porsche and not take the iconic drive? I think not. And wouldn’t it be much more thrilling if that drive became a life-or-death endeavor?
And that’s how we got here…or will once I map out the details. Don’t worry, I’ll put the pedal to the metal… (I’ll see myself out now).
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