I grew up thinking the world is utterly insane and I never quite fit in. Never understood the unspoken rules we have set for ourselves. We always try ...o keep ourselves from giving in to desire, from speaking the words we long to speak, from dressing the way we want to dress because of how – gasp – society might feel. How other people might feel.Oh please. I never gave a fuck. Now, on my 18th birthday, I still felt the same. Possibly even worse. ”Hair dye!” I jumped up to wrap my arms around my. After what seemed like hours, she resorted to her medicine cabinet's treasures where she took a sleeping pill. Long before her adulterous husband returned she was dead to the world in her narcotic induced sleep. Eddie was glad to see that she was asleep and he did not try to rouse her.Another young wife, however, had had a much more exciting evening. Sally Dunn who was in reality "the couple of guys for backhand makeup lessons and drinks afterwards" had gone to the tennis club at closing time. You hear a voice come from somewhere in the back of the shop,“Just a minute please.” It is a feminine voice, sounds like a slightly older lady. It reminds you of the voice of some of your grandmother’s old bridge club friends, the blue hairs that always pinched your cheeks and commented on how you were such a handsome young man and how well you were doing with your writing career. You ran your hand through your hair, the short, prickly hairs tickling your palm and reminding you of how fresh. This one happened about 10 years ago. We were having a get together with an old friend and her k**s and her new hubby. Kat had gotten married a few years before to a guy we found to be very loud and obnoxious. You know the type, 5 foot 7 with a big voice to compensate for his vertical challenges. Kat we’d known for well over a decade beforehand. She had 3 k**s from a previous relationship and they were friends with our k**s.I’ll back up a bit here. Back when we first knew Kat she was a stunning.