Then the race cuts to commercials. A doctor walks onto the screen talking about how affordable skin graphs are now, and even the worst driver can loo... like a model. Then our favorite commercial comes on, Budweiser-King of Beers. I could do the frog rib-bit song pretty good. (Anyways back to out story.) I walk over to the couch and my hubby nods. My heart starts to race, and I know its time to see if hubby's plan is going to work. I take the pack of special cigarettes from my hubby. I walk. ”We went to the shower and the four of us washed each other, slipping and sliding against each other in the crowded shower. When we finished, we got dressed and just hung out for a while. I asked Sarah if she would mind talking about her brother and she was OK with it.“I’m curious about the long-term thing with your brother. Did you know that at first, or did that come later?”“Later, though I certainly realized it was a possibility before we did it.”“How did your friend react?”“She was OK with. ”“How can you say something causes brain damage but doesn’t cause mental disorders?”“I know it is silly. I think that once my medical and humanitarian company gets a little more settled, I will get them to start an independent study. The problem is, that kind of brain damage isn’t detectable by modern equipment until after death when you can remove and examine the brain.”This is one of the reasons I am distressed most of the time. There are just too many things that need fixing, and there isn’t. Then he spread my legs so he could get film where he wanted it. All the time he kept yammering. “When I was a teen, I broke my arm and had it in a cast for three months. A month after it was free, I pitched a no-hitter for my baseball team. You just need a better attitude. Determination. People aren’t going to treat you like you’re fragile just because you’ve had a couple of broken bones.”What a fucker. I tried to estimate his age. My V1 brain was trying to tell me this was just a kid like all.