"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS JENNIFER?" I whined loudly as we approached thecaf?. I could see it was full of all my friends from school. "Why?" she sneered.... "Do you think I want to date a boy that wants todress up as a baby girl?" she spat the words in my face. "Any 16 year oldboy that dresses in baby clothes deserves to be shown off to all hisfriends in them. And remember David it was you that wanted to wear them." BUT NOT ALL THE TIME!!!" I shouted pathetically. "You should have thought about that. Some lived it up fast as they could before locking themselves down. A few like me worked long hours, and had a beer at the end of the day. When Friday came about, I was just finishing up some paper work. I had locked the kitchen up for the night. I made sure that there was options for the staff over night. I liked doing my paper work alone, and in a quiet place. That was mute point when two nursing aides walked in. I knew them both, and waved hi. The first one, a young Filipino. I called her. Being downtown, in the late of night was a stark contrast from where we’d been earlier. The theatre and Vivaldi and the champagne felt like a completely different world as we passed a twenty-four-hour laundromat and a dark and almost dungeon-looking bar, a well-dressed woman in a crisp white shirt, leading a man to the alley around the corner, no doubt for some quick, late-night fun.Even in my tipsy state, I protested when we stopped in front of a grungy looking shed of a place, the vendor. I didn't know what the Golden Gloom really was. Nobody did. What littleinformation I had managed to glean about it on the internet and at thelibrary suggested quirky mystical limitations on knowledge andquestions better left unasked. Ridiculous - obviously. Any kind ofmagic had to have science at its root if the deepest secrets wereknown. This was no different. There were no unfathomable powers here.The mystery was an illusion. On the other hand, that didn't make it anymore understandable to.