"No one told me about her, the way she lied…." from "She’s Not There" by the band Santana.
A writer parties with a member of the band Santana. What could go wrong?
I was 26 years old, and it was the first time I had ever traveled for business. A mere two months into my first real job as a trade magazine writer, I was flying to Dallas to cover an annual conference of mechanical engineers. I had a shiny new American Express corporate card in my wallet, $100 in cash along with my plane ticket in an envelope in my purse, and a yellow legal pad and pen in my shoulder bag. I was a journalist, and I was ready to take on the world.
The night a Santana brother conned me – We met on a plane to Dallas and partied like celebrities. Then I woke up the next morning, Salon>>