Saturday mornings, after nursing a hangover, I would visit my friend Clayton Dahlin in the rehabilitation center. Clayton had suffered an accident about two years ago. He was a bull, you know, like a cop. Well, one day, he showed up at this gas station. Go figure, getting coffee. And wouldn't you know that as he pulled up, a crook had robbed the place at gun point. Clayton was the best cop on the force so he coaxed the guy out of the money and got him to lay the gun down. And then the second robber shot him in the back. The crook had an inside man. His friend got hired on just to help rob the place. Well, before he was shot, the second guy j
Dick was always very unusual. He wasn't ever quite the tallest, or the shortest, but always managed to become the center of attention. He wasn't heavy, or thin, but somewhere in between the two. He was however, quite very shy. His father deserted his mother before he was born. A young girl of twenty-four and pregnant was left without any form of finical assistance. Jaclyn Caldwell was left in a frenzy, with the two lives hanging in the balance and no idea how to cope. She spent the first three or four months of pregnancy selling her body for finical gain. That is, until she began to show. After her belly started to stick out, she began losi
The world is nothing but an equation. That's what Lucy says. Remember the kid in the back of your high school math class who asked the teacher when they would ever need to know all these theorems and factors. Think back to the teachers pissed off expression. Imagine the angry thoughts in her head. Lucy Feldstein is that teachers mind. She is telling me that X + Y = Z. She says, "Nothing is final in this life. You have to solve for it by choosing the right path. What you eat. How you dress. Everything contributes to your existence as a whole." I can't really hear her to well over the air conditioner roaring in the stairwell. There is one ap
Dick was always an evasive person. He wore a fake wedding ring to keep potential romance at bay. He only had about five friends total, and he classified a friend very loosely. If you borrowed his stapler at the office, you were his friend. Asked for directions, he would think you were his best friend. That is, until he replaced you with someone else later. He never kept ties with more than five people. But now he was running down the street holding hands with his waitress. The woman that brought him the same drink every Friday. This waitress. This woman. Lucy. She had a life outside of the bar. Just like everyone else that is, except for Di