Men; no doubt about it, men are the problem. As I sit here in this bus stop shelter, smelling the leftover piss, from the derelicts that sleep here wh...n no one is around, I can see all of my mistakes, and they’re crystal clear in the rear view mirror of my mind. I’ve got about an hour, so I can tell you about this chunk of my life. My life isn’t exactly going the way I’d hoped. In fact right now it’s an absolute disaster. I’ve been forced to take a long hard look at the way I live and treat. "When do you need the paper turned in and how many words?" The reason I was so in demand and not just another brain with the ability to write was my whole package. I wrote in the voice of the client and also helped him or her to learn enough about the paper to defend it."Tomorrow?" her face scrunched up and she looked up at me as if she expected refusal."What's the subject matter?" I wondered if this female was all there."Lord Darnley's failure to ascend to the Scottish throne?" This is. She was to pick Sonny up at 4 o'clock, and they would have an early dinner to break the ice.Jan drove up to Sonny's house, and he was out front waiting. He smiled when he saw her, and trotted over and got in the passenger seat. He sure did look great and smelled just as good as he looked.They had a nice dinner together at Applebee's and laughed and joked together. He told her all about his life, his ups and downs, and she the same.Afterwards, they walked to her car in the parking lot, and Sonny. Most of the grave markers were simple and plain. You could almost tell what families were barely making it by and which ones were living it up just by looking at the tombstones and markers. My father’s grave has no tombstone. It’s just a big plain slab of marble with his name and date of birth and death chiseled into it. In the dream I was standing over my father’s grave. I had a huge sledgehammer in my hands, gripping it so hard my knuckles were white. I remember as I swung the hammer up I.