After a half hour I rode it to the Coyote Club. The club was closed as I expected. There was a convenience store a few hundred yards away. I stoppe... the bike and went inside to fuel up. Since they didn’t have iced tea, the fuel was diet coke. It tasted too sweet, even if it was sugar free. I spoke to the clerk in his late twenties for a few minutes.“So do you know anyone in the ‘Stand Together’ movement?” I asked.“Never heard of them,” he replied. “Really? the Coyote Club is their. I could not kick him because I was wearing a towel and he was too strong for that.– Fareeda, listen. I am not here to hurt you. I am here to be forgiven for hurting you back then and to do something about it –He said as I was struggling. As I stopped struggling, he released me and helped me sit on the bed. He said,– are you still hurt, Fareeda? –– no, Alex. Thomas massaged me on our way. Now I feel alright –– Well, I guess you should try to forget it –He said as he sat my he and smiled at me.. I wouldn’t wake up until noon on Tuesday, August 7, 2012. I got home at 5 : 17 A.M. that day. In my lifetime, I’ve run into so many bad people. Sociopaths seem to plague me the most. Men and women without conscience. I can spot them, mainly because my dad is definitely one of them. Same goes for my sister Alice and several of my aunts. Whatever makes them the way they are, some of it must be in my blood because spotting them is like telling red from blue for me. Hell, my roommate Leonard is one. While in the afternoons, one of the ethereal entities would come, and we would talk of my previous life. I could not identify if it was always the same one who came. I resorted for lack of better to call him Joey. It was easier than talking to an unnamed entity. They seemed amused by this.These conversations also gave me useful knowledge of the planet I was marooned on. I discovered that the delicious fruits, vegetables and nuts we were fed were grown in the Polar Regions. The climate there was.