’ ‘Who told you?’ He smiled again, but shook his head and refused to answer. I was curious. Not one soul at work knew what day it was. ‘I’m...not telling, but I hope you enjoy your evening,’ he said, as he walked to his car. I racked my brains all the way home, trying to work out how Jason had found out my birthday date. Perhaps he had found it in a file that day? There was something about the way he had smiled knowingly that unnerved but absolutely intrigued me. Eventually I gave up, and as I. He would drag her back.He would punish her for her temerity.He was tired of the women in his household dishonoring him.Hiroto Nakioto was a misunderstood man. It could also have been said that he would better have been born a hundred years earlier than he was. Or at least before 1947.Hiroto would have fit in perfectly with his people when the predominant belief was that all Japanese descended from the gods, and that all other races were inferior. He would have made a good samurai, at least the. ..." "...There was but I forgot what now. Anyway, get up early and get the washing done early so you can get over to your Uncles house..." as she closed the door I answer "...yes Mother, will you turn the light off, please..." She switched off the light and closed the door. I heard her walk down the hall and close the door to her room, Charlie exited the closet and tossed his sweaty t-shirt over to me saying "...wash that also so I'll have something clean to put on when I'm here..." Charlie. ‘Gong’ was definitely the reference with its flowing jazzy intervals, very stony, yet with more of a bite, especially as the song built. Along with amazing musicianship from all involved, he couldn’t help noticing the three men rubbing their noses every so often when they weren’t playing and saw the signs of heroin. He too rubbed his nose occasionally. He felt pretty stoned himself, but gently so, calmly so. He actually felt more comfortable than he ever had except when lost in the arms and.