It looked more like there were lounges and outdoor patio areas where we could sit and talk. Just the same, my head was full of questions and I wondere...d how many of them Joyce would be willing or able to answer.The Dunsmuir Pass on I-5 over the Siskiyou Mountains was clear and dry, unusual for late February. I made good time and was in the Dublin area by three Friday afternoon. I had booked a motel in Pleasanton, a short fifteen minute drive from the prison. It was a much nicer area I was told,. As a nerd in mind and a pervert at heart, the man was reborn, not in the mundane world that so carelessly mistreated him, but in the world he always read about. More precisely the erotically charged variant we now find ourselves in. And so our heroes merged together and became one. The life in the mundane world fades away, the old name, the old neighbours, the old job, all of those are left behind. Only his dreams, his ambitions and all those plans on how he wanted to treat his favourite and. I was sick, and didn't know what was wrong, and went to a Doctor. He took blood and urine samples, and came back and told me that I needed to go into rehab. I was a borderline junkie. It took me almost a year, but I'm clean now. It cost me thousands of dollars, and indescribable pain. The Doctor took my picture, while I was in the hospital, and I looked like one of those zombie movies. I still, once in a great while, get a craving for the stuff. Those times, when I came back, everybody thought. She raised her hand, pointed to me, and then formed a fist with her thumb and pinkie extended. She looked at me, like she wanted to ask something and brought her thumb to her mouth, lifting her pinkie into the air. She was apparently asking me if I wanted to drink something. I shrugged and nodded, and Ana produced a metal flask from between the stacks of mattresses. She handed it to me. I flipped it open and took a whiff, smelling the familiar fumes of burnt alcohol. Viski, Ana said, Whiskey. I.