I deflected Skyler’s question by asking a question of my own. A little tactic I learned from a latino nomad named Jesus. Truth be told, Lisa and I made several stops before returning to the present. Jesus was a perfect gentleman, but Pedro, well, that was a different story altogether. “I think the better question is where are we gonna go?”

“New Year’s Eve right before Y2K , bro. We have got to give the millennium a proper send off.”

That is when rule #2 first captured our attention.

How could I have forgotten that my friend died prematurely in a car crash in the summer of 1999? Needless to say, what was left of his charred bones materialized in the time machine next to us on the last day of 1999 just before Frank and I pretended not to watch Lisa have animalistic sex with Prince.

Never saw that coming either.

I guess androgynous doesn’t equal gay, exactly. I have learned my lesson, however. We won’t go anywhere near a Marilyn Manson concert in the past or future. I can guarantee you that.