Totally took my breath away. She thanked the ladies and out the door we walked. I helped her into the car and we drove to the other side of the city. ...here was a club that I thought she would like. Lots of dancing and nice lighting. That was what I was looking for and that was where we went. One look at her under the strobe lights and man, I was definitely hooked. Like I wasn't already. Our reservations were not until nine o'clock, so we had plenty of time to have some fun. She looked surprised. .. well goo. I gestured to them to eat, trying some myself first to show it was food and ok. I said "food", gestured again and held it out. When they reached for it, I drew it back again, said "food" and gestured to them. They looked puzzled for a bit until one of them said a word in their language and gestured to the ration. I repeated their word and held out the food for them to eat. I was lucky to keep my fingers, they ate so fast.I gestured to my self, "George". Pointing to one of them I. Kelly and I were born six days apart on the calendar, though I was a year older, and we usually shared a birthday party with the kids somewhere in between. On our anniversary, June 21, I made sure to give her a small pink canoe which I found on Etsy. That earned me a punch to the arm, which completely mystified our children.About a week after my thirty-fifth birthday, I was dragged into an amusing conversation with my eldest. I was sitting at home in my recliner contemplating an early nap when. Jeezus. Clipper hadn’t seen Nikes in fifteen years.Clipper saw all that in an instant. But that was not what really scared him. What really scared him was the Russian-made assault rifle in the man’s hands. An AK47. Sweet jeezus, he thought, an AK. He’d actually owned on of those, back somewhere in the mists of time. Where did this motherfucker get a goddam AK, he wondered. It even had a huge clip on it. Shit, thought Clipper. I am fifty-five years old, and this is the first time I remember ever.