He took off his black RUSH concert shirt. Gave it to the lady, “Here”. She began to dab my head with it. My voice left me. I was unable to yell, “NO! I don’t want sweaty rocker sweat in my open wound!” but I thought it. She ignored all basic first aid protocols, using a crossing motion, and she baptized me in the name of Lee, Peart, and Lifeson. Brushing off blood and gravel from my face.
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Day 27: Not Normal
https://youtu.be/gAaHNYxkS_E If it wasn’t for the news I could believe this was a normal day in April. The sun is lower now, a quick glance at the clock and confirm 5:11 p.m. Most families will be off the trail, heading home for dinner. It’s a good time for a walk around the lake. Coming upContinueContinue reading “Day 27: Not Normal”
Almost 8
Morning offering of beer bottles gather on the last step laid over, laid up, slept past last callMy coffee in too small a cup sits with me at a table that limpsConstruction worker walks from sandwich shop to truck, early enough for the dirty professions, still too early for the clean, those bleached-sterile by fluorescent preserved in recycled airTrash inContinueContinue reading “Almost 8”
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