“You a… you’re a wrestler. My niece loves you. Can I get an autograph or a picture or something?” This guy was right on the border of swee... and creepy.Becky looked to me and I nodded my consent. “Would a picture do?” Becky asked with a smile I read as fake. Of course she went picture, but it’s her job to please.Becky took a selfie with the guy, but he fucked it up by kissing the corner of her mouth just as he took the picture. I don’t think the guy actually had a niece.Becky. I told him that I was trying not to have any expectations about my baseball future. I wanted to play major league but admitted that it wasn’t as important as it had been before coming to the Sky Sox. Priorities in my life had changed. Claudette played a large part in my desires for the future. Joe said that he didn’t blame me.We had six games on the road and went three and three. Breaking even on the road is considered acceptable. We would have a home stand of six games starting Tuesday through. At one point late afternoon we ended up in Ibiza Town. I was nervous at us driving through it naked but Jon just said, “Keep cool, and keep your eyes open for policemen.” We drove all round the town naked, even stopping at traffic lights in busy streets and no one appeared to notice us. That was until we stopped at a street corner where a gang of young teenagers (boys and girls) were hanging out. One of them spotted us and told all their mates. They came up to the car and had a real good look. Ozun has four floors, the top one a quiet floor, all soft lighting and cushions, the rest are harshly goth and loud as anything. Draven asks if I want to dance, having to yell in my ear. I don't. He gestures to his phone and smiles at be before walking off. I neglect to tell him I haven't got mine on me.Whiskey shots at the bar followed by a long cold something with apple liquor in. The girl along the bar, a pretty little goth thing, buys me another and we talk, mostly lip reading when even.