I pushed the door open and I snooped around a little. Sat on his bed. Had a look under his bed. Nothing. I rummaged a little bit through his bedstand ...rawers. Some sleeping pills, ear plugs, a stack of sports magazines.I got off the bed and opened his enormous wardrobe with three large doors running from floor to ceiling. The first door had rows of suits and crisp shirts neatly hanging, ready to be used. The second door had some shelves with stacks of leisure wear. When I opened the third door,. Sara was the first to speak. ‘So, what are you studying? Are you going to go to college here?’ She took a bite of her sandwich and a sip from Tea’s diet soda. ‘Well, I have only been in here for two months and I am living with my aunt on Banker Street. Do you know where that is?’ He shaded his eyes from the sun at looked at Sara. She began her reply but no sooner than she opened her mouth did Alexis jumped in. ‘Of course! That is right near that Café on Bolden right?’ She placed her hand on her. She let her mother take her to a few stores and try on big poofy dresses. But eventually her mother relented as it was not Prom, it was just Homecoming, and besides, they didn’t wear the same fashions from back in the 80’s. She didn’t want a long dress that went to the floor.On their way to the next store, she spied a hat shop and stopped in her tracks. She was able to reluctantly drag her mother in as she went through some of the hats. They had Kangols, Baileys, and Tommy Hilfiger hats and. If you’re lucky, you have something left that has been rearranged into something, someone else. Some of the changes are quite dramatic. I went from being a known Christian theologian to an avowed Heathen who honors the Old Ones of my ancestors.What? You posted stories here how are you a theologian? Simple, in my travels I’ve never met anyone saint or sinner who wasn’t a freak on some level. Sexual feelings are a valid part of being human and it’s only when you attempt to suppress or go hog wild.