I tried for a little while to put up the brave front. But the farther into the medical treatment, it went. The angrier I got, the more people tried to...help me, the more my anger grew. The more that I could see people’s sympathy, the more I became incensed. The less that I could do for myself, the more depressed I became. The more my depression grew the more intensity my anger had. At the second round of surgery, the spiral was tight, hard, and fast. Depression followed by anger,. Of course, I knew why he was really checking me out, but I really had no idea as to the seriousness of the game I was playing. My brother Carlos knew about Lobo and had tried to warn me off. Carlos had grown up with some of the gang’s members. Some had even been friends with Carlos up until they joined the gang. Once in the gang however you only associated with other gang members. Everyone else was “prohibido.”I was returning from the market carrying a small package one day, and of course I ran. I think that's an area that I want to explore, as a career."Adam said, "So you either weren't sleeping or are really fast at making up stories." I think it's cool. It was as if you were playing to connect the dots to create a new idea. Can you tell me what the future will look like?" Mika asked."Yes, but not now."Julie asked, "Why not now?" Because I was going to show her the fireworks she sees every time we fuck, both now and in the future, and I didn't want to interrupt your studying."Mika. She was wearing one of my shirts again, so I couldn't see other evidence of her emotions.I got them all into the car and promised to go buy car seats as soon as I dropped her off."Booster seats," she said. "That's all they have to have now." Booster seats," I repeated. "Got it." And I'll pay you back," she said, earnestly. "I promise." Oh, you'll pay," I said with a gravelly voice, twirling the right end of my moustache, pretending there was actually enough moustache to twirl."Stop it!" she.