Today, I am pretending to be on a deserted island in the Caribbean. It is bright, sunny and I have an amble supply of booze.

There are no children there. There are no shitty parents there either. I have a stack of books–and comics–to read. Shannon’s there, but she’s busy working on an art project using coconuts, driftwood and discarded shellfish.

I need a name for my tropical hide away….