CHAPTER 3 San Francisco, California Golden Gate Bridge Wednesday, 17 th October 2001 Gripping the wet-clammy railing of the steel barrier, as I stare hypnotically at the shifting fog, in time - after much contemplation - I slowly raise one hand and wipe the tears from my eyes. Memories of life with my old man insidiously slips away from me - dissolving with the tumbling fog rolling past my body - as I feel myself shedding old emotional baggage. Distant foghorns occasionally echo about the bay in the darkness, while heavy mist continues spilling in from the Pacific. For want of anything better to do, I glance at my fake Rolex; it’s 2:56 A.M. as the occasional vehicle crawls past us...