The vision cleared and the next thing I knew, I was at a party? I mean, people were just drinking, dancing and abusing drugs. It didn't look like they were celebrating anything in particular. The only thing very strange about that party is the fact that although they were dancing to music, I didn't hear anything. I didn't know why but I liked it as it let me hear the only voices that were important.
My parents'!
"I haven't seen you in this club before." My Mom -- still young -- was saying to... no surprise... my much younger Dad.
"Does that mean you know every single person that walks in that door?" Dad asked her. He had the same look Frank usually had whenever he was drunk.
"Kinda. I work here most days, it's my day off. You know..." Mom got distracted by a fight that broke out betwee
