I found out he was smart, talented and caring beyond all expectations. We became great friends. Up late, having legendary all-night chats about life, ...ex (or the lack thereof), music, science, and sex…typical smart-kid stuff. We’d share the occasional blow-out bender in one of our kitchens or at some local bar. Sometimes these things would overlap. We formed a jazz combo together, me playing saxophone, and got paying jobs all over the city. I introduced him to pot brownies right before a gig,. “Of course.”“My apologies if I have caused concern. Let me first say that there are no tumors in your husband’s brain,” Dr. Herzog said. “But I have reason to believe that a migraine does not cause his pain. It is my professional opinion that he is suffering from a Cervicogenic Headache. I’d like to use a diagnostic procedure called a nerve block.”“What does that entail?” Grace asked nervously.“This involves injecting a numbing agent into the nerves in the back of his head. If the headache. Back in the day you kept it quiet that you were gay, or rather that you were ‘queer’ in the then parlance, so you only ever hung out together either in private or at the few underground dives that catered for your particular tastes. I was still fucking guys, or rather being fucked by them, as I was still taking on clients via the escort agency that I worked for part time to earn my way through uni’. Alice didn’t know about that activity as I knew she would be upset and would probably boot me. "Boys and their toys, eh? We'll have fun, I think." We made plans on where and when to meet, and then went off to get ready.Friday morning I walked into the lobby of her dorm, and called her room. "Hi Sharon. I'm out front." OK, I'll be right down."Sharon came into the lobby carrying two suitcases, and had a third bag slung across her shoulder. I moved to help her. "Let me carry some of that."She set the suitcases down, and took the bag from her shoulder. "Here, take this one. It's easier to.