But jab mein garmi ki chutti mein ghar aaya toh mera mummy ki taraf dekhne ka rawaiya badal gaya. Ek baar main mummy ke saath market gaya mother dairy...ki shop pe. Main kaafi time baad ghar aaya tha toh log abhi mujhe pehchane nahi the.Main mummy ke peeche chal raha tha aur road ki dusri side 2 majdoor chal rahe the. Woh kaafi bade the aur dhoop mein kaam karke kaale ho rakhe the. Maine dekha woh hamari taraf dekh kar apni jeeb lips se ragad rahe the.Maine dekha woh dono meri bholi mummy ki gand. She sniffed back tears and after a minute of trying to compose herself, she began explaining. ‘I was brainwashed by priests and nuns and… I don’t know… sexually ignorant people. My father sent me away to a private all-girls’ college out west. He heard about us. He was always possessive. Mother finally divorced him about a year later. He said I had to go to the school or I was dead to him. Anyway, I left the school after I was almost raped — by another girl of all things. I called my father. He. That honour was given to a local Syracuse all-woman Hard Rock band called Third Rock. We weren’t even the second-to-last. That slot was taken by the Women of Babylon, a Riot Grrrl band from Brooklyn defiantly proud to be both mixed race and lesbian. That was the perfect combination at this festival which the Crystal Passion band surpassed only by virtue of us having almost three times as many women as they had. But we were looking forward to being third from last and wondering whether we should. So when you check-in and ask to put something in the captain’s box, nobody questions it. In later years, they check your credentials, out of fear of terrorism.When we check-in, Gun asks for the captain’s box. It takes a few minutes, but the attendant takes off to get it. When she returns, Gun shows her his carry permit, unloads his firearm and puts it in the box. The attendant locks the box and finishes processing our tickets before returning it.I will say that the long flight is a lot better.