Damn, son, live a little! Go get drunk, fuck some strange, howl at the moon. Otherwise you are gonna be saddled with 2.5 kids plus a house with a mort...gage, working 9 to 5 as some drone. Do you want your life's highlight to be planning a two week vacation to Disneyworld or the fucking Grand Canyon? That kind of dismal existence is not living, just waiting to die."Dad did not convince me to drop Ann, and truth be told, we did both work 9 to 5 jobs for the county, and we did look forward to taking. I bought one.For a while now I had been considering that our home was a bit small. Not to complain, really, but it was an older home, built after World War Two, a simple stick-frame two story of about a thousand square feet. The bedrooms weren’t very large, and the master bath was shower only. A tiny lot. Think Levittown South. I had been thinking about talking to Mom about it at some point but had never really done anything yet.That changed after we got frisky one day in my bedroom. I was. She came over and asked me if I was expecting anyone.I said no and she sat beside me. I think it’s due to the fact that I was nearer to the front or all the other empty seats were beside old men. I was feeling joyful anyway. She also took the ticket from Kochi to Thrissur. So I got a subject to start the conversation.She said her name was Anjana (name changed). I asked what she was studying, where she stayed, where’s her home in Thrissur, about her family, stuff like that. We chatted about. "Do you remember the Clint Eastwood movie where he put that metal plate under his poncho?" 'For a Few Dollars More'?" Chester said."That's it. I want to have one of those under the leather, but I want it to be chain mail." That is going to be heavy," Glenn said."I have been training with it. I might need to have something under that to keep it from scratching me. But it is hard to cut or poke a blade through it." It's going to be hot to wear it all the time." Discomfort or death," I.