Restless, Axl pogo-sticked to his neighborhood casino; he loved the free coffee.

He had chatted with a fan at a gambling forum and agreed to meet her there; they never connected.

Shattered, he left and later learned she had been there, hand bag and all, but somehow...like two ships in the night...they missed meeting up.

Axl was disappointed because he had a feeling that this woman could be the one to finally save him, to make him the man he always wanted to be, instead of a commodity.

Whether it was her vapid, inane way of dealing with reality or her cupidity as to human nature, Axl was smitten.

He PM'ed her and arranged a meeting later in the local "no tell motel:" he suggested she should wear a French maid outfit and douche with lavender.

Oh, what a joyous night it could be.