Rounding the edge of one of the bushes, finding a gap she peered within and saw the pourer lying there on her back, both her hand within her open blue...jean cut-offs. She watched with a tingle of excitement running up and down her spine, and she inched her way closer, not wanting to alert the pourer's attention to her approach. As she got closer, she crouched a little lower to the ground, falling into a crawl as she slipped within the bushes. Now only a mere foot away from her, she could almost. He never had a chance in life. Being born black with an amazing artistic talent, he was the owner of an IQ in the high one-seventies that made many regret the lost opportunities that could have come his way in life. A complete nervous wreck, he suffered minor indignities with all the aplomb of a bucking horse in a bad mood.His fingernails were chewed halfway down to the first knuckle. His feet turned inward from a childhood malady undiagnosed and untreated. Carl couldn’t climb stairs. He feared. She took out the money to pay Carl and a shiny disc fell out of her pants. She quickly snatched it up and hid it. The woman wanted to go. Quickly. Hansen sat there, sipping his beer slowly. She didn’t acknowledge him as she got up and slowly started to walk towards the rear of the bar. ‘You want some more nuts, mister?’ said Carl dropping a bowl in front of him. Hansen looked at him and then looked down at the bowl. There was a plastic explosive the size of a small battery in there amongst the. In school I barely got by in most of my classes, and I think a lot of my teachers had it in for me and where changing some of my grades to make it harder on me. More than a few times when they thought I wasn't looking their way I caught ugly looks from many of them. One class I enjoyed the teacher in most years in school was math I have always excelled in math. My parents even got the school counselor to give me an aptitude test when I was half way threw the fifth grade the scores indicated I.