Usneapne nakhun meri pith main gada diye, main fir ruk gya aur apne lan ko uski fuddi main rehne diyafir manisha ka dard kuch kam hua aur maine ek aur...strock mara mera lan uski seal ko todta hua puraandar chala gya. manisha tadap uthi. but kuch der main wo normal ho gaie. fir wo kahne lgai k abkro aur maine fir apne lan ko andar bahar krna shuru kr diya ab manisha ko dard kam ho maja jadaaa raha tha. wo kehne lagi jashan aaaaaaahhhhhhh ooooohhhhhhh aaaaaaahhhh majja aa rha hai jashanaur anadar. I will try to start from my earlest memories and work up to my last memory. Please bear with me. My first memory of my childhood is etched in my mind. I was around 5 or 6, we lived in Slidell, La. It was the late 80’s. I don’t remember if it was ’87 or ’88. I recall it being summer and my mom had brought me to a family friends dentist office. I don’t know how they knew each other, but I knew him, and had seen him at our house many times. My parents and he would go out on some times with other. He became physically less energetic during the day. Coming to rest more quickly, often content to sit perfectly still and reflective for hours at a time. He was the complete opposite once he was asleep. His dreams were filled with flashes of thought, glimpses of ideas, motes of theory and islands of unexplained images. In his dreams he chased these things far more physically than he did while awake. It was almost becoming a danger to sleep in the same bed with him.All I could do was offer him. ‘Let’s make our way to Albuquerque and scope it out. We can find an RV park and live cheap while we nose around.’ I rolled bodies to the side and said, ‘I’m going to check outside and have a shower. If anything starts happening, honk the horn.’ The shower felt good but wasn’t coed, so I didn’t linger. The following day, we got organized early and went for a long hike, stretching muscles that were tight from being cooped up too much. We ate lunch in some trees in a ravine with a tiny trickle of.