Sea Lion Shores Sister’s in the drive in movies, brother’s at the old high school.

A sharp hiss of surprised laughter escapes him as though he hasn't heard it a million times before, yeah yeah, it is a girl's name old sport, yeah, my mom was shit-faced, locker room banter along those lines, etc.

And what about it? He challenges. It was much preferable, he thinks, to being called Mister Day. It's a shame, he wonders how different his life would be if his name had been, say, Enzo, for instance. Any name that didn't almost unanimously trigger a double-take.

At first he thinks that she's said Alaska and his internal organs swing in a sensation parallel to vertigo, he'd be surprised if there wasn't an audible rush as his heart beats once, hard, he's a giant vein that swells and slumps with water pressure, capillaries flooding with dye in a real-time angiogram -- no, not Alaska, idiot. Raleska. 

Cool name, he manages, mouth dry. I was looking for some herbs. Erzulie told me that the kelp is good for wounds, is all.

You're used to people following you around, or something?