At Cagnies, I found myself sitting at the bar while everyone else was dancing and having a good time. Nat seemed to think I wasn't having a good time, but I was. The thought of the events still yet to come had me a little worried. My reputation as a professional was on the line, and I just hoped that I wouldn't end up in jail or dead.

"Come on! let's dance." Nat softly whispered as if I was the only one in the room. She knew just how to get my attention. We danced for a while, then the slow stuff started playing. I held her with passion, but was also confronted by the depressing thought that a woman as beautiful as her worked as a prostitute. I had to let the idea go of anything other than a friendship. What is it that leads people to choose such a degrading life? Hephaestos seems to have ruined it for everyone. Oh well, I guess I should just enjoy what time I have with her and make the most of this dance.

A few beers later, I heard the most amazing voice blaring through the P.A. speakers of Cagnies. Nat had managed to make it on to the stage and sing. I listened as she put every bit of her soul into her voice. It was nothing like anything I had ever heard. After she sung her song, she dedicated it to me in honor of my birthday. Nat's singing was the highlight of my birthday.

"You were great Nat. Thanks. That was the best birthday present I've ever had." I whispered to her as I gave her a big hug.

"There's still more to come. C'mon, let's get outta here" she replied.

We loaded up into the car and left for an undisclosed location in south Savannah. An old house became the stopping point. "For the final part of the evening." Jake said as he started pulling out rolling papers. I knew that this night was going to be long night, but I had no idea that this was going to be the case. "Happy Birthday John!" Jake, Stone and Nat said as I was passed the toke that eventually lead to not caring about anything.

I knew something was up when more people showed up. Ray Fulmer, the guy I knew from Krogers walked in the door not able to say a word correctly. "Hollow people!" I have no idea if it was the ganja or his drinking spree that made him sound that way. Jennifer Rutherford, whom I had never met before this day, followed him in. She hopped on my lap and flashed herself. Happy Birthday was written on her chest although I had a hard time making the words out because they were being jiggled in my face. As big as two large cantelopes and softer than a silk shirt, I got the idea of what she was saying and enjoyed the lap dance. Freddy and Zeke stumbled into the house about the time the dance ended. It seems that Freddy wanted nothing except directions to the keg of beer which I had no idea existed until I watched him disappear into room only to return minutes later with a kool-aid jug filled with beer.

After the dance, Zeke handed me a blue and white pill saying " Hey man! This will rock your world man. It's good man. I like it. Take this. It's good man." Who could refuse such an offer? I know I could've if I had thought about it before I swallowed it. Five minutes later, I was out. All I remember are bits and pieces of the night such as looking for my beer in the yard outside the house, and the loud sound of a door closing. Four hours in the drunk tank allowed me to sleep it off. I was released on bail, and decided that next year I would just turn the phone off the night before my 36th birthday.



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