Leaving the most notorious bar in a state of confusion, I stumbled out on Jackson Street with a heavy heart. Still wearing the same gray suit from yesterday, I walked the familiar street like a somnambulist. Just before yesterday, my life was full of optimism and effervescence. I had had an enjoyable career as a doctor who was on the verge of convincing NASA to support my desire to carry out an experiment to find a cure for cancer. More importantly, I had a lover whom I met during a lecture on the recently discovered cutting-edge technology to cure cancer. We both fell in love with the work and eventually a spark of love blossomed between us. We continued to meet after work every day, and each day was a blessing from God to me. We agreed to get married soon afterward and go on a honeymoon to France, a country that we have always desired to visit.
             Just when I thought everything was perfect, my girlfriend called off the wedding. She called it off even though all the invitations had been sent to the family and friends. As I listened to her explanations of how she was not ready to start a family with me and how she had to prioritize work over her personal bliss, I suspected that those were excuses to hide an affair. I tried to reason with her but she was so unscrupulous that finally I just gave up.
             In a fit of rage, I gave her the pictures my detective had taken of the secret meetings between her and her paramour. As if waiting for the right time to leave, she accused me of violating her privacy and said she desired a break. Of course, I knew that it was to be a permanent break and quite frankly, I had no use in talking her out of it. Before she left the door forever, I cursed her and called her different names that I knew a gentleman like me should never have employed. But then, what did I care? I lost everything in my life except the job in one day. Hurling lamps, books, and tables at the door, I was determined t...