Without his alcohol, he was a lot nicer and him and my mom became friends. She agreed to change his bandages twice a day so that he could come home, i... he didn’t drink. On his first morning back home, mom asked me to go with her to change the bandages. She explained that he had a large wound near his groin and I needed to get his pajama bottoms at least down to his knees and then cover his private areas with a towel. She said “when you tell me, I’ll come in and change his bandages and then you. Page 24. Before my tirade, I was supposed to unlock the cuffs. 'I'll get the key.' I came back from my case with it, and about a seven foot length of fairly fine, but exceedingly strong, white, twisted nylon cord. You couldn't break it with your hands. Nobody could. She certainly wouldn't be able to, no matter how hard she pulled. I'd selected a clothes line adjustor too. I laid the key down on the desk and faced her with the cord. 'What? What. But roundabouts, swings and see-saws were only a few of the distractions on offer at Erewhon's extensive parkland. There were hedges, paths, fences and fields stretching in every direction: from the imposing gates that threatened to close at some mysterious mythical hour to the bandstands that sometimes presented the.latest pop sensation to a remarkably small audience and onwards to statues of commanding and impressive figures of authority of which the most disturbing feature was that none of. Brad looked and there, by itself, was the capital letter A. “Holy shit, Assistant Captain?!” He exclaimed. “I don’t understand?”“Congratulations buddy,” Jake smiled, offering his hand. Others followed, shaking Brad’s hand in appreciation. “Assistant Captain, I don’t understand?” He wondered again. “There must be some mistake.”“Guess you should ask the coaches,” Jake suggested.“I will.”Brad walked on the protective rubber matting to the Coach’s office. “Excuse me, Coach Stanton and Coach.