It’s sad to have all your worldly possessions reduced to what you have in your pockets, as you are wheeled about hoping you are not forgotten like an unloved potted plant in the corner. I’m not a fan of this. I dread the powerlessness and more so I dread the unknown. I dread waiting toContinue reading “Hospital Stay #2”
The sly PI drank too much. This warm spring presented itself ripe for the taking. He drank deep of the brews and spirits imbibing reggae music by the live band. Gun shots were far from his mind but the echo of them pulled him to swig deeply.