The lights spead by as I make my way down the interstate, once again late. Pressure builds up in my head, a sure sign of the stress built up in my body. Well who wouldnt be stressed with the shit I have to put up with. But I need to calm down, what can I tell Chuck when I get there.

I make a quick right at the next off ramp, dont even slow down one bit. I cant, I have to get to the office as soon as possible, before Chuck gets the news from someone else. But how could he, no one survived it this time. Just me.

This is a quiet road, not many people driving this late, 4:00 in the morning is quite a late time for any normal person to be out. But I am not normal, not since I met Chuck.

I guess you are wondering who Chuck is, and why am I talking to my self. Well I can sum that up in one statement. Chuck is my doctor, well my shrink. My life has been a roller coaster of problems. So I went to telk to Chuck, well at that time he was Dr. Roberts. Funny name isnt it.

I started to tell him all about my life, about my job, about my wife, about the girlfriend, not my girlfriend. He sat there and listened. Nodded his head a few times and said a few things. I sat up looked him in the eyes and asked him what I should do. He said it was good that I brought it all out and told him. He said I should try to find a hobby to release some of my tension, so I did.

I start to slow down, look around and see that I am near where I want to be. Chucks lights are on so that means he is still awake. So I pull in his driveway. But should I go in. I look down at my hands and see the wetness on my gloves. Damn I forgot to take them off. I pull both of them off and toss them into the back seat.

I told chuck about my last stress reliever, he smiled and looked a little scared. But he seemed to calm down after I told him it was just some bum beating up on his wife. I think he took it well, after all it is not everyday you cure someone. I am happy now and no where near as stressed as I was. I smile and open the door to the car to make my way in.

Last time I met with Chuck this late was about a month ago. I decided that I would keep my hobby up only when I needed it. Oh by the way Chuck is my brother, now do you know why I made fun of his name. I love him dearly. We lost our parents long ago, about when I was 20. I was doing good in college, except for the long nights and term papers. But any student has that problem. My parents were very supportive of me, and my profession. I wanted to be a computer programmer. I had this great idea for a game, would look sort of like that doom game. You get to go around and kill people, great stress reliever.

But then they died. Some idot drunk ran them off the road into a tree. They died instantly. I truly loved them, I wish they were here for me to talk to. But they are not, so I talk to Chuck.

Last time I talked to Chuck I asked him what I should do. I found a hobby like he said to do and he was happy for me. He said "Nick I think it is great that you found a way to get out all that tension. Just be careful you dont want to do something like that too much. Some people might not understand." I aggreed and said that I would only do it when I needed, he need not worry. I shook his hand and left.

Since then I have been traveling around, going from town to town, looking for a place to settle down and meet someone. Now I am at Chucks door again, to ask his advice. I pull out my keys and open up the door to his house.

"Chuck you around?" I ask into the open room. I called him earlier to ask him if he would be around and he said yes. "Chuck, it's me Nick, I finally got here. Boy traffic can be a pain at times you know.

Chuck came around the corner, a look of fright in his eyes. "Hi Nick hows it going." Something was bothering him I knew that. "I am sorry Nick I really didnt to want to."

"What do you mean Chu.." My comment was cut short as some man behind me and grabbed my hands. I felt cold steel wrap around my tense wrists as the man said something.

"You have the right to an attorney." said the man standing there. Were they trying to arrest me. What was going on.

"Nick I am really didnt want to do this, I love you. But what you did it was wrong." Chuck was sad I could see that he meant well. I smiled at him.

"It is ok man, I understand. Oh by the way oficer I think you should go look down at Seneca and Center." I smiled as they backed out ther door. I looked once again at Chuck, a tear starte rolling down his cheek as they pushed me into the car. I really love him. I really do.

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