But this bar also has good memories. This was where I first heard Guy Clark sing "Desperados Waiting on a Train," a sorrowful song that reminded me of... my deceased dad and I am grateful for that. That thought fueled my melancholic smile as "Tears of a Clown" began to blare through cheap, blown speakers.It's not like I don't have friends. I do but they tend to tiptoe around me like I'm on suicide watch. Oh sure, I once gobbled eighty-two sleeping pills, but it was an accident. I thought they were. We all agreed it had been a good party and the subject got round to which of the guests had done something they would be regretting today. I reminded my friend in a joking way of his attempts to feel my wife's breasts and his complaint when she refused. Both he and my wife looked embarrassed.On the way home my wife and I spoke about my friend’s embarrassment at the mention of his attempted gropings. I asked her to tell me exactly what had happened, and she admitted that she had let him feel her. I soaped up my hands again and started washing her ass and upper legs.“I got placed with an older couple that didn’t have any kids of their own, and later they adopted me as their daughter. I had a pretty good childhood after that. They were caring and loving and helped me get past all the shit that had come before, everything except the storms.”She winced each and every time she noticed the thunder and lightning. Part of getting her to tell me her story was to distract her from the storm, so. In their shed members of the Safety Patrol found 270lb of potatoes, 150lb of carrots, and 400lb of other assorted fresh and frozen fruit and vegetables. Claims by the family that they had grown it themselves were dismissed by the Patrol as pure fabrication. “No one grows that amount of food just for themselves,” the officer in charge stated. “We believe this food is to be sold on the black market. Hoarding and profiteering will be punished harshly.”The Mirror. 7th January.ARMY DEPLOYED.One of.