I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how...to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The. Once Ashley opened the Hobby Shop, all six team members began loading the already packed tote bags of locks into the six side-cars. The cars could comfortably hold ten bags each, 300 locks, so four more pickups would be required later to move all the locks down spiral.The side-cars were designed to fit a bicycle on the bike’s right-hand side, so it was relatively easy for riders to close the doors on the inside arc of the spiral as they traveled outward, riding single file along the inside arc. But when I think ofthe alternative- the alternative I was very nearly forced to live by my'father'- I can't help but shudder.I still give Megan a hug as I bid her farewell, but that doesn't stopme from feeling terrible as I crash down on the sofa, shrinking undermy mother's withering gaze."...You and I clearly NEED to have a talk," mum says, making me groan."Mum!" I protest. "I just kissed him, I'm not going to jump into bedwith him..." Good, and not just because you're still eleven months. I licked my lips, batted my eyelashesand said, "You work in a hospital full of women; don't some of them turnyou on?"He replied, "The younger ones wouldn't be interested in a man my age,and the older ones just don't do it for me."I laughed and said, "But you figure someone like me wouldn't't be sopicky?"He looked aghast and said, "No, no I didn't mean it like that!"I slid across the sofa, looked right into his eyes, and his hand on myknee and said, "Whether you meant it or not, you were.