I found out he was smart, talented and caring beyond all expectations. We became great friends. Up late, having legendary all-night chats about life, ...ex (or the lack thereof), music, science, and sex…typical smart-kid stuff. We’d share the occasional blow-out bender in one of our kitchens or at some local bar. Sometimes these things would overlap. We formed a jazz combo together, me playing saxophone, and got paying jobs all over the city. I introduced him to pot brownies right before a gig,. There's a girl out there for you. You need to find a girl with curves. The curvier the better. There always horny for action." I said."Maybe your right. You were such a ladies man in high school. Now it sounds like your back at it in college. I should skip following girls with video camera's, and film you." he said. I started to laugh. "Your crazy. Who would watch that? Plus girls would freak out. Think we were pervs or weirdo's. Plus you can't film porn at my college. We need a permit." I. ”“I promise that I won’t knock you out, Gary. That would cancel out any pain that I wanted to inflict on you. I will make damn sure that I don’t knock you out. Whatever we agree on, Gary, you will be conscious all the way through it.”“Okay, six hits then.”“Look, I’ll settle for four. You deserve more but I’m not sure you will survive more, Gary, and I don’t want to have to explain to a jury what happened to you. We don’t want that do we?”“No, I guess not.”“If you’re not sure, it could be. Amelia must have woken up.“Hi, Rufus,” she said. Her arms wrapped around me from behind. “Hi.” She kissed my cheek. “Can you make me breakfast?”“Okay.”“What’s wrong with you?” she asked. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”Amelia followed me into the kitchen, parking her butt on an island counter stool.“What do you want?” I asked, still upset with the news about her music video. I couldn’t understand why it bothered me. Perhaps it was the threat of a media spotlight being shone on.