Retirement Home Visit
Every other month I meet a man on West Congress Street for a drink. He buys me lunch and then some drinks. The son bought me three shooters and minutes before we left I drank them all down real fast. Done. I follow him in my car to a retirement home three miles away to visit with his dad. The father is in his 70's and lives in a three room suite. The son takes me to his dad and then I go into the bathroom and wash up then change. Once I'm done I come out and put my regular clothes in an...