I’ve come to realize that I am an addict of sorts. For some of you all it takes is a flashing neon sign for cocktails. For me, well I can pass that same sign a thousand times and never even notice it. For me it’s… it’s something else. It’s a passing glance, fingers brushing against my shoulder, a linger of perfume when she’s already left the room, her hand in mine. In an instant I’m ready to give everything up. I’m prepared to throw it all away, my work, my pride, my self-respect. I’m Bill. I’m here to ask for your help.

Bill