This time the doctor said that there was little hope. Eighty-five percent of my heart was dead, and if I survived the night I would have to spend the ...est of what looked to be a short life in a nursing home. Personally, I hoped I didn't make it through the night. I used to work in a nursing home, at one point in my life. Not a bad place to work, mind you, but I didn't want to live there.Nurse Woe asked me yet again "What is your fondest wish?" I figured it was just part of the game she was. The bitch and her ex gave me fucking gonorrhoea. After a course of antibiotics I was clean but with the STD and being thoroughly pissed off at Tina, I hadn’t slept with anyone for six months. My life had slipped completely. I was failing at work, depressed all the time, sl**ping badly and eating poorly. My friends tried to help and eventually persuaded me to come out for a curry on a Friday night. I didn’t feel like it, but it was easier to say yes than to put up with their attempts. We went. I guess he had a weakness for pretty Russian women. Or at least one specific pretty Russian woman.”“She initiated it?”“Evidence certainly points that way.”“I never asked, what kind of law do they practice?”“Mom does corporate law, which is how she met my step-dad. My biological dad is a tax attorney; my step-mom is bottom-feeding scum.”I chuckled, “What Jocelyn calls a plaintiff’s attorney?”“An ambulance chaser. Very lucrative but the kinds of settlements she extracts are outrageous. Guess who. I mean that the actual time on the road and doing gigs is more than half of my life. If it would not cause a riot I would play in clubs of 100 all over again. I love to see the faces and how the music touches people. The guys feel the same way. So tonight, when we go on, I expect that it will be so much fun that we will want to find a way to do it again.”“That is amazing. You are always welcome here, even if it is not for a gig.”“What? Did we just get roped into something?”The other two band.