Joe A had connections ... sometimes connections fail. A cold solder joint loses contact and the song dies. A tube flashes or the glass cracks and the ...ong dies. A fuse blows and the song dies.We had three more days to play when Joe A was killed in his office. When we showed up to play we couldn’t get in. We were questioned, superficially in the parking lot. But the cops checked us out throughly. We were who and what we said we were and they let us go ... No warnings about leaving town ... just. M :Walking down the barren streets of Parma: Mysteere: Man this place looks like a hellhole what’s wrong with this place? Man I need to find someone to fix these streets. God and what’s with all this fog in the area? I never saw fog when I used to walk along this street. :A man in shadows appears: Mysteere: Who are you? ????: I’ll keep that a secret but I want to request a favor from you. Fight me! Mysteere: O.K! :Out of the shadows two more men jump out of the shadows: Jag: Happy Hour bitch!. He said he wanted me to be more vocal from then on. He liked hearing how pleased I was with him and his cock. Returning to our guests we were greeted with applause, which embarrassed the hell out of me, but made him puff up like a peacock!As Sly's empire continued to grow, so did his ambition. He quit 'wasting money,' as he put it, on his charitable endeavors. He seemed consumed to grow bigger and bigger, swallowing up smaller businesses in his wake. He seemed to stop caring about his employees. I'm not gay but I have too much gay in me to ignore my same sex desires for all of my life. I fooled around with my best friend when we were in our early teens, but that was no more than the normal sexual exploration that many of us share with our friends in our teenage years.I was between girlfriends and I went out cruising by myself the previous weekend. I was nervous at first since I never did this before, but after an hour or so I was back to my usual self. My city has a large gay community.