Full Moon over Stiletto City

There is a full moon rising over Stiletto City. It's a city whose vast expanses are made beautiful by a full moon. The even, forgiving light washes down on the rivers of Lexus headlights, the endless canyons of tract houses and on the sea itself, on whose beaches gang members laze in their sated afterglow.

The thing that is hard for The Great Plotnik to get out of his mind is not this full moon but the last one. Then, Plotnik and Ducknik were in Durban, South Africa, sitting on lawn chairs with PunkyDunky and Five-Head, high on a bluff above the glorious Indian Ocean, drinking Windhoek lagers, dreaming of dolphins and feeling a million miles away. The full moon before that they had been on their deck in Saint Plotniko, saying to themselves: Wow! The next time we see a full moon we'll be in Africa!

Then, there they were. Now, here they are. It seems to have all gone by very fast.