24. New York Groove.

“Bro. Are you a photographer?"

I was standing on 34th between 8th and broadway, just west of the AMC cinemas.

2018 was the last time I’d been to the AMC.

I’d come to see ‘A Star is Born’ and I didn’t even make it to the first playing of that song, when Molly comes through, and finally says ‘yes' she could see me on Friday.

The schools were closed all Thursday as Hurricane Michael - 2018’s biggest storm, and the reason Molly had to cancel in the first place - spun his way through the Florida panhandle like a pissed first year engineering student at orientation.

I’d been stalking Molly for too long, and had flown all the way from Hastings to see her, so I ditched the film and walked back to the hotel to book a ticket to North Carolina.

The meeting turned out to be nothing, just a grip and grin. But I’d got it back.

That Friday ended at LAX, where I was picked up by Myrone in time to have a nosebag with Hughesie at the Mondrian on Sunset after starting the day in midtown then flying to see Molly in Raleigh and back to Kennedy to head to California.

It was exhausting trying to be important.