“I met a hooker and we became friends.  And after awhile we fell in love.  She told me I was different than other guys.  We both used drugs, but she couldn’t handle them like I could.   She would pass out on the street sometimes.  I took care of her and I loved her and she loved me.  We even started picking out wedding rings.  I didn’t want ordinary gold; I wanted PINK gold.  Then things happened and I had to go away; prison 7 years.  It wasn’t her fault.  I miss her.”