He’d retired. Gay porn Carmine bravely opened the door to the broom closet. As the choir began, the candles flickered, pungent incense wafted, I looked up. Dripped down my chin, coated my tongue with fructose. Mystified by marks on paper and how they translated into reality. Didn’t think it was for my leaving but that my success should have been his.That last visit with Carmine was puzzling, he fell asleep mid-sentence. Only control we had was with the most personal decisions, in the seconds we made them and the dreams we chased doggedly. Painful when you ignored him, then hung up on him. You look like the perfect father for your boy.”At noon on Sunday, we left for Mom’s place. Called Mr Troy, asked him about getting some help with my studies. Surprised when he told me he was married to a woman who became addicted. She directed me to a nursing supervisor: “Carmine’s meds are too strong, can’t you titrate – reduce the amount to the most beneficial level?
