If I am ever permitted to go home, I bet I would be the toast of the town for showing them this remarkable brew. Assuming they would be willing to try...something brown in color from the monkey world. There loss if not I suppose.It was in that moment, when I could feel it. Feel death’s wings in the air. In fairness I could always feel that, but something was unique about this one. Old age, sickness, or injury, they are expected, and more or less accepted. But this one, this grim was seeking. "Well, that was the idea. Sorry not everyone participated in that." I replied.This couple had to be pushing 70, and not a well maintained 70 at that. During their introduction, the guy even stated: "c'mon now, we're not even close to being that old."Their swinger profile had listed them in their 30s. They were promptly uninvited.----------------------------So as a positive note... at these parties we met a couple that ended up being one that we spent many hours with in the future months. A tall. Bradley didn’t mind manual labor, and he never worked very hard there. He also worked nights at a cafe in Alfred. He bussed tables and did some light cooking, nothing he was very proud of. But, it got him some small tips, and more wages to save for school. The jobs paid enough for him to scrape through college and get his degree in English. All through his attendance at Alfred University, Bradley dated a girl named Carol. Carol Bergen had been the best thing that had happened to him since. He sounds exactly like Barry White. You would have to be a dog lover, to understand how I knew that. But if you own a dog you know what I’m saying.Buster and I led a happy nerd existence. Until one fine day Eve appeared in the Garden. I saw a woman walking a rat on a leash one day, while I was waiting for Buster at the Costello dog park. Buster inspected the bushes and I inspected her.She was tiny, perhaps five two, with dark brown hair that was cut into a neat preppy bob. She had a cute little.