This is not the way art is supposed to be produced.And then I realized I was wrong. There is an art-form that works like this, where you just start pe...forming and continue with no plan as to where you are going, and discover where you are going along the way. Jazz Improvisation does that. So that's why I call this Jazz Improvisational Writing. In Jazz Writing you just start writing with no regard to where it's going, and trust your instincts and trust the fact that as you travel you will find. It took awhile and a few trips to the big city until I found Tony, a streetwise pusher who knew everything there was about drugs."Ok, you don't want the hard stuff, no, no good for what you want," he mused for I had I told him something of what I wanted them for, not for my sister obviously but for some other nameless girl I wanted to fuck."No you want these mind altering drugs," he said, "lots of different types too for every occasion. I don't think the basic Roofie or Date Rape drug is the. I don't want you feel in any way, shape or form you owe me anything, that I expect you to do anything to or with me just because it happened. Does that make sense to you?"God, he was so good! I told him back, "Oh, I understand. I'm so terribly happy you feel that way," and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. "Now, since you've got me all worked up, let's go eat!"BOBBlack Angus did itself proud. When I told Natalie she could get anything she wanted, she raised an eyebrow and with a gleam in her. She buried her face in her hands and tried to not cry again. Poor Andi. They’d been friends since grade school. They’d survived everything together, and now this. The worst part was, Andi still loved the bastard who did it to her. She even thought she deserved it for some reason. He’d been hitting her for months, but never as badly as tonight. Cassie had argued and yelled and cried, but nothing could convince Andi that this wasn’t love. If it was, Cassie wanted no part of it, not now, not ever..