So,don't try looking me up in any catalogues or registers. When I wasborn, too long ago to think about now, my loving parents named me;Timothy Andrew...Johnson. But, for some reason, ever since all thosechanges, they call me Timmy. I suppose, after all these years, I'mokay with that. You can call me Timmy if you like.Right now, I am sitting on the steps of a shabby office block in amajor Northern city that shall remain nameless. I am waiting for theBureau to open. Why am I waiting? Good. The colours they used on the eyelids were light pastels that gavea very subtle effect, their lip colours were matched to their nails andfinished with a glossy coating. Once this was finished their hair wascombed out and finally styled with a light spray to hold it in place.They were then finally able to stand and appreciate the makeover, wellGary was able to see his sister looked really elegant, of course heknew that he looked almost the same before he looked in the mirror.Florence re-appeared. When we both inquired on what joe meant, he looked at us and went well guys that woman sitting on the couch that Latina she can get wild. With that he looked around and went hey anyone know where mark is at. We both told joe to quit stalling and gives us the story on the chick joe went ok. He told us that a few weeks ago he came over to hang out with mark and the Latina on sitting on the couch. With mark on the couch, as the short time joe said he and mark got up and walked to this kitchen and. I turned off the radio and Greg complained loudly, "Dude, I was listening to that! Turn it back on now or I'll kick your ass." "If I wanted to rot my mind, I would listen to rock music instead of retarded music talking 'bout them good ol’ boys getting drunk and falling off of hay bails. It makes me feel like my brain is slowly dribbling outta my head..." I shot back as I refused to turn it back on. "Hey, I want my music back on," Greg said as he turned the volume up all.