My doctor set me up for an ultrasound to see if I had any more stones and a day later he called me and told me the bad news, "You don't have any more ...tones, but they found a cancer in your right kidney."Things moved quickly after that. My doctor, who was a general practitioner, sent me to a urologist who in turn sent me for more x-rays and a CAT scan and five days later I was on the operating table and they removed my right kidney and my gall bladder. There were some complications following. She decided to call Cal."Hi baby," she smiled. "How's the rain up there?" Coming down in buckets, how was the wedding?" Lovely! I want a wedding like that one. There were only about sixty people. Charlene saved a ton of money by not buying a wedding dress. She wore a gorgeous white satin dress. The groom had a nice suit. It was short but sweet. They fed us like hogs and I managed to get six cokes into the cooler. I also brought some other clothing from my apartment so I'll have something nice. Someone from Pat's course heard the songs, then a record label then heard them and by the end of the year we had a manager and had signed a recording contract. I deferred Uni and we were out on the road. We played clubs, universities, were a support act many times, went anywhere to play our songs. By mid '92 we were getting radio air play, recorded our video and were starting to 'make it'."In the summer of '92/93 we were headlining our own shows, working really hard. Other bands, established. ”“What you going on about?”“I’m dead open-minded me, mate.”I picked the magazine back up.He smacked his bum again.“Will you stop doing that?”“Are you gay?”“What?”“Are you gay?”“Why do you ask me that?”“Just asking.”“Yeah, well just put some pants on.”He said, “It’s ok. You’re still my mate.”He just lay there showing off his bum. He was proper showing it off. He was lying face down and he started wiggling his hips back and to. His bum cheeks were stiffly wobbling and they looked so fucking.