Too tired, you thought, to feel much of anything anymore. ‘Bobby, he’s not doing well. Do you understand what I’m saying?’ ‘He’s dying, ri...ht? I got that a while back. What’s changed?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘Okay, so what new ground do we have to cover?’ ‘You know, Robert, I understand this is hard for you to grasp, but we were unhappy. You and I. We’d been unhappy for years. Everyone knew it. Tom knew it, he wanted to help…’ ‘I’m sure…’ ‘Just shut up and listen.’ ‘Right.’ ‘He did. He got me to a. We came up on the perfect story book fallen tree—I swear there was really a tree felled across the path. Dustin turns around and leaned his butt on the tree, hooked his left thumb into his shorts, pulled out that 9” dick—and just started pissin all over me and kelso. Lil bro had never done anything so bold—he always asked " was it OK”, or “hey do you wanna do this”. But not this time. I think he musta sneaked a couple of beers somewhere cause he pissed for what seemed like 5 minutes. He looked. Tom stood back a little bit from that microphone - in total silence. He looked to the back corner of the auditorium where a geeky looking guy with glasses and a black t-shirt waved his hands back and forth over an array of knobs and buttons. The geeky looking guy then suddenly popped his head up and gave Tom a geeky looking smile and a two thumbs up signal that said all was now well.Tom advanced two steps forward until the microphone was right under his mouth. There were no squeals or pops this. .I headed back to town to get drunk..68 the dope problem was just starting and though I had smoked grass a couple times before Nam I had steered clear of it because I had heard the Cambodian stuff was wicked and laced with opium..well guess what.. that's just exactly what I found out...after multiple beers, half a quart of scotch (did I say I had a drinking problem?) and a couple joints I woke up about 10PM in an alley laying against a power pole..what woke me was something tickling my ear.. I.