" I had ahard time laughing.But I think it was time to turn me over. My front side was done.* *Then there was the night I needed an eyepatch:This hap...ened before Kelly and I were married.I had the worst struggles with my makeup. I know, I know. Some of us areartists, and after a few tries some of us can handle makeup as well astheir older sisters. But I felt like Bozo the Clown. My lipstick wasalways too garish. My eye makeup looked like I was trying to scaresmall children.One night, I was. "Fancy a fuck brother dear?" asked Kathy in the sarcastic tone that she adopted whenever she spoke to me. I looked at her, my lip curling slightly. I spotted the tell tale signs that said she was horny and probably meant it, and asked, "Where are the others?"She shrugged. "Horrie's taken 'em down to Lower Mill well. Apparently there was a problem, but I'm not sure what." Oh. It's dried up, that's all." Oh. Well?"I dropped my trousers, and Kathy came over and sat on my lap. Pulling the crotch of. I went to school, I dated, I graduated college, and I started a profession. I kept an apartment. I ate, I exercised, I put on makeup, and I kept my clothes ironed. I didn't spend my days listening to dark harpsichord music or making practice cuts up and down my arms. I didn't do drugs, and I drank only socially. I was well adjusted and, by all appearances, happy.Except I wasn't. I don't think I ever had been.I watched happy people and tried to figure out how they were happy. Not why. The why. Be advised, your relief is gonna be 30 minutes late. They’ll be starting at the end of your route. When you meet up, you can knock off for the rest of the watch.”“Gee thanks Central. What about chow? Are you gonna hold our dinners, or is it gonna be iron rations again?”“I’ll see what I can do, But I can’t guarantee anything.”The Corporal turned to his troops, “Damn parade ground flakes. I know that dinner won’t be there. I’ll bet the canteen will be dry too.”“Say, Corporal, There’s a sweet.