‘Nothing will ever be the same!’ I thought. ‘What about my family? What’s going to happen to them? Daddy’s crazy, daddy’s crazy!’ Peopl...e and cars going by seem to be moving too fast, like looking at an old-time move with everything fast and jerky. The other drivers are looking at me. I kept thinking, ‘They know I’m mad. That’s me, the mad cabbie, sorry I’m a crazy guy, I wish I were sane, can’t help it!’ Suddenly the front door on the passenger side of my cab opened and Maxwell, one of the. “I’m sorry,” I said, “what do you mean ‘open'?”“I mean, we date like we have been, and sleep with other people on the side.”Date, and sleep with other people, he’d said, like I wasn’t enough for him. I wondered if he’d ever truly loved me, or if somewhere along the way he’d fallen out of love with me. Then I wondered when.“Don’t look so upset,” Randy said, “you were fucking my little brother this afternoon. I love you Rye, but sometimes I think I might like to sleep with someone else. If you’re. He pointed to the stool next to him. “Sit down, have a drink. Did you do something with your hair? You look, I don’t know, different.”Barbara eyed the bar stool. “A drink? Jerry, are you trying to hit on me or something?”Jerry looked at her like she had just slapped him. “My apologies. I just thought we could talk. It’s been a while since we just talked, you know. I’ll let you go now.” He sat upright and turned back towards the bar.“Oh shit!” she muttered under her breath. Reaching out, she. I guess people passing by the FirstBanc Building might have wondered what the heck was happening in the financial center of Dallas on that night. Starting at about 10 PM, there were computer geeks dressed in tee shirts, jeans, tennies and whatever walking into the building along with a bunch of New Year's party goers who were heading on up to the Dallas Petroleum Club which is also located in the FirstBanc building. I must tell you that those guys in the bad sports jackets and cowboy boots were.