this one guy though… Adam. Adam was in his early thirties, arguably handsome, worked as a male nurse. I told him a lot about you, Phoebe. He said that a twelve year-old conducting medical procedures was a funny thing to think about. We started talking more and more. He was nice, he really was. I could even ignore most of his hillbilly incest jokes. We got along just fine until that one night when he came running into the bar, completely out of it. The three waitresses on duty were chilling in the back room, so we were all alone. I poured him a drink and tried to calm him down, get him to tell me what had gotten into him. He was panting and sweating like crazy.