Swell, another kidney stone moving around. Have to go to town to get something better to make the journey a bit more comfortable. The pain stuff I have now blows chunks…A Story on new pain pills…It’s a hot summer day. I’m sitting at the All American burger on Sunset Blvd. I’m actually sitting on their low wall. No tables available inside or outside. I have my Pac Bell truck on the sidewalk with orange cones around it. My pal and fellow tech, Bob Sharber jumps the curb, parks in front of me. He says. “Come on, lets get a table!” I wave at the crowd. Bob say’s, “What, there’s one right there!” Oh, the table for six with a parasol with the crazy ladies bags and suitcases all over it, plus, the crazy lady herself, deep in conversation with the six other personalities inside her? Yep. Bob is already moving a bag and taking a seat. I do the same next to him. She yaks away, doing the facial expressions for everyone inside her. Bob starts to put a box on an empty seat. She comes unglued. “Don’t put that on John!” Bob nods, then says, “Hey John, I’m ordering, you want anything?” In a different voice, the crazy lady, “Mustard on the hot dog!”…Once again, outside at the All American burger….A big gothic type church across from the burger joint. In the cross walk, a tiny old lady with a walker. Not light. A break in the traffic you or I could make use of. Not this old gal. Traffic is bearing down on her, fast. Four lanes. Only three on my side, some cars parked against curbs. Two lanes slow, lane three doesn’t feel he has to. Suddenly, he spots her. He slams on his Cadillac’s brakes. He lays on his horn, screaming at her. Next to him, a giant ‘Starving Student Mover’, van. The shotgun passenger steps down. Red headed with a bush natural. Six six, two seventy five, easy. He steps to the Caddy driver’s window, yells, “HEY!” The driver, still honking and yelling at the frozen with fear old gal, turns his fat face with a big stogie in it. A fist shoves that stogie flat, making him also sit back up like a clown punch toy. The old lady makes it to the sidewalk…These new pills are way better…fading fast….I go into the All American. Front door is locked. Cops are inside. Can see them talking and moving around. Detectives. Squad cars pull up. I’m told to move along. Something catches my eye on the floor inside. Its a chalk outline. A chill runs through me. I knew from the outline my manager pal was dead…