But since I was currently strapped to an oversized stainless steel gurney, that would prove difficult, and surely a waste of time anyway.I'm certain s...ome explanation is necessary. However the details of this situation are as hazy to me as they may be to you. All I remember was Jake, the big cheese at the plant, asking me to oversee an unusually large chemical delivery out to a warehouse on the east side of town. Perhaps if someone had hired a competent delivery driver I wouldn't be wherever I. Andhe seemed to feel an extra sensitivity in his senses which made everythingfeel a little more vivid, a little more beautiful. John puzzled over thisan instant, then fell soundly asleep in a deep, dreamless slumber.The next morning was pleasant and sunny, and John felt quite exhilarated.He went about his morning business, but when he went to the toilet henoticed something odd. He didn't make a special note to look at himselfmuch in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, but. We were no longer buying cars and light trucks from dealers; Marcy was now buying direct from GM, Ford, Nissan along with International and Peterbilt trucks through their commercial sales divisions. Those were two truck lines that the three utilities we were leasing to liked to use.Marcy had 100 tandem-axle with an air tag axle (making them triple axle dump trucks) coming in the next thirty days for J&J. That was only the start; front end loaders, pavers, cranes, rollers, graders, pickups, flat. It was like they knew I had no clue what I was doing.I had heard about the place a few weeks ago. The Backdoor it was called. Not exactly subtle, if you ask me. It was supposedly the best place in the whole city to go to if you wanted to hook up with a t-girl. So, there I was. I made my way inside, passed by the dance floor and headed straight for the bar. I wasn't a very good dancer. True, I was looking to hook up, but the dance floor at The Backdoor was not where the real action was. That was.