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Chapter 1: Passport to Paris

I am not being irrational am I? Am I crazy to think I can just erase my convoluted past and start over? Start over… what does that even involve? Sometimes I wonder who instills these impulsive ideas into my head, because right now I can't make any sense of it. How could I think that a passport to Paris would be my golden ticket to a better life?

"FLIGHT 69A TO PARIS NOW BOARDING"

I guess it is a little too late for second guessing… Suddenly I feel a hundred pounds heavier…my empty hands feel weighed down and clammy… Am I really ready for this?

"Hey, you look really familiar…"

"Huh?" I ask half shaken out of my trance, half terrified this unidentified subject is about to identify me. Who randomly says that anyway? What a freak! And, who would recognize me in sweats and stunna shades?

"Sorry, maybe I am mistaken you for someone else. I didn't mean to startle you."

"No problemo…" I replied, dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh wait!"-Oh fuck!-"Now I know why I recognized you, your Ashley Davies, THE Ashley Davies!"- She is dead. Quick think of something Davies!...

"Eh, lo siento. No habla ingles. Me llama Inez. Que es Ashley?" You see, touring with Papa Davies had many advantages. Thanks to international tours, I can carry on a conversation in Spanish, French, Italian and Japanese.

"Oh I am so embarrassed; my mother always tells me I have a big mouth. You can't even understand a word I am saying, can you? I should go…before I make a bigger fool of myself…f" Not possible puta.

That does it, I am out of here. Adios Lala land! Bonjour Pari!

With nothing but the clothes on my back and a journal to document my journey, I trade in my ticket in exchange for a brighter future. I will even settle for the hope of a brighter future, something to look forward to instead of something to run away from.

Is it my nerves? Or has this ramp turned into the Willy Wonka Fun House? Somehow the airplane door seems to be getting further away with every step I take. Is it a sign? Should I turn back? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT! UGH, you're loosing it spazilla! The doors shut, along with any opportunity to turn back. It is for your own good.

"Are you okay miss?" Pull yourself together Davies, the reassuring head nod will do the trick.

"Fine"

"Okay, if you're sure. I can show you to your seat." Insert sincere smile =)

"Thanks" Manners? Not bad Davies.

"Do you need any help with your carry on lu- oh, never mind." She laughed off her lack of observational skills nervously. "Are you a writer?" Maybe her skills aren't half bad.

"Well, that is kind of a giveaway." She giggled, pointing to my notebook. I must have

been giving her that 'how the hell do you know' look.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." There is that smile again.

"Well I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for." And with that, she's gone. Am I that readable?

PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS AND PREPARE FOR TAKE OFF

Breath in, Breath out…Breath in, Breath out… Oh toughen up, you're not pregnant and this isn't Lamaze class. You've been on dozens of planes before. SO what if daddy is not by your side on this one, and who cares if you're destination is on foreign soil where you don't know a single soul. Does anyone know a switch that turns your thinking cap off? That could really come in handy right now… Why didn't I bring my ipod?

*DING* IT IS SAFE TO UNBUCKLE YOUR SAFETY BELTS AT THIS TIME. WELCOME TO INTERNATIONAL AIRLINES FLIGHT 69A TO PARIS. WE WILL ARRIVE IN APPROXIMENTLY 11 HOURS. OUR FLIGHT ATTENDENTS WILL BE HAPPY TO ASSIST YOU IN ORDER TO MAKE YOUR FLIGHT A COMFORTABLE AND ENJOYABLE EXPERIENCE. THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING INTERNATIONAL AIRLINES, ENJOY YOUR FLIGHT.

ELEVEN HOURS! I should have brought a five subject notebook. Whose brilliant idea was it anyway to travel with nothing but the clothes on my back and a journal to document my journey? Maybe I shouldn't have watched Into the Wild last night… Well at least I didn't change my flight to Alaska to live in the wilderness. But I do hope I find myself…

"Hey, can I get you a drink or anything?" I think that smile is going to contaminate the misery of this flight.

"Vodka on rocks?" Hey, I am almost positive the drinking age in Paris is eighteen.

"Nice try, we are still in L.A."

" It was worth a shot…no pun intended." I know, I am a cornball…

" Haha, you're a comedian." Hey, sarcasm is my specialty…

" It just comes naturally"

"Well Mr. Mendel, I expect to be entertained for the next 11 hours then…"

"Oh, Ellen's got jokes!"

"The name is Spencer, actually."

Author's note: I apologize for the poor airplane lingo, haven't been on a plane in 9 years.