“I’ll be back” – Terminator.

I have been back. I will not be back, most likely. How many tries I will give depends on the urgency of matters.

A return can be miraculously thrilling, it can be as blunt as a club. It can be a Michelin star dish or a warmed up sausage in a New York Hot Dog stand. Depends on the consumer. And sometimes, you are even the sausage that never gets picked, simmering away in that murky water.

Choices of returning are choices of luxury.

In most cases, you’re sitting on the passenger seat in these situations. Likely, without a seat belt. Make sure you are grabbing that handle to not fly through the front window.

I’ll be hitting the brakes now, because in this case, I am behind the steering wheel. I am the sausage that leaps itself out of the meaty water. For long I have simmered. It’s time for the barbecue part of this journey.

Bring on the heat.