Fine. Not like I have anything else to do.My landlady is a sweet old woman, who I've done dozens of favors for inthe past. Now was time to collect: ...I needed her to drive me to theurgent care center. Three knocks on her door. It's a migraine from hell,give me a lift.She drives like an old woman. It takes long enough to get there, that thetiny bit of relief I'd gotten from the last overdose of painkillers hasworn off. She gets me registered while I try to avoid the fetal position,which is. And I was alone just like the last 5 years. The argument was the same as every other year.I usually start it, as she is getting ready to leave. "Why do you have to go?" Because I always spend Christmas eve with my mom and dad. You know that." We should be together on Christmas." I'll be back late tomorrow and we can spend Christmas night together." Why don't I just come along with you?" Because the last time you and Daddy met, you called him an anal retentive, dried up old bastard without an. “Lets me and you Wayne go out and have some fun,” Jeff proposed. Wayne was the other white guy. I told him I didn’t feel comfortable going out dressed, let’s just stay in the room and fool around. Jeff suggested we just ride around for a while and that he would go pull the truck up by the door so no one would see me. I agreed, and in a few minutes he pulled the truck cab up, leaving the trailer in the back parking lot. Jeff, Wayne and I got into the cab of the truck. A few minutes down the. We shared a few funny moments fromour lives, and I refilled the beers a couple of times,giving me a glow. This girl-woman, the funny-scared-confident-married youngster, was getting to me. Ididn’t feel the same attraction to some other women asI did her, even in the bars there were some I ignoredand some I was drawn to, almost against my will onoccasion. She was spoken for though, so I contentedmyself with looking at her.Around 10 she asked “Do you have a phone I could use? Iought to.