"I've been thinking, since you are interested,maybe I can help you. I'm slightly embarrassed too, but I want to seewhere this goes. Let me think about...it." I rose and pretended to yawn."All right, see you in the morning."I could see he was puzzled by my comments, but I went to bed and thistime I slept uneasily, planning my next steps.I woke him up about seven am. I was already dressed except for myshoes, nothing unusual about that, as I was usually in for work byeight. "All right, go and have a. Ms. Merrill returned to the room with Tara just asthe machine clicked off. Janice donned a pair of gloves andremoved the hot clamps from my head. Ms. Merrill snapped severalphotos of this being done and said. "Now that your hair has been curled, we must cool it before removing the curlers. If you will go back to the styling chair Janice and Tara will start the cooling." As I rose from the chair under the machine I almost fell. Itmust have been the continuous excitement, the smell of the. I didn’t get the output I desired. So I was frustrated and decided to go for a drive. I took out my Polo and drove it on the road that led to a resort. The resort was located on the hills nearer to home.I love this drive as I can speed through this road without any traffic. But today many cars sped past mine. This was unusual. I was riding on this road when I saw banners of a ring ceremony happening in the resort lawns. I usually don’t go to strangers’ function. But today that thought crossed. They also took me to parties at Boston College and Northeastern University. These are awesome schools by the way. Where the rich and powerful send their sons and daughters. Places which were closed to people like me. For now. It was at those parties that I discovered something I should have known. In the movies and television shows, they always show drug addicts to be men and women who are poor, or come from lousy and abusive backgrounds. The welfare mother. The poor black guy. The.