Sep 3
Suck day
So, today was a pretty bad day. I was watching Dr. Phil, Las Vegas meth-head tunnel-dwellers. Really, just this mom who abandoned her four kids to go live in a storm tunnel with a fellow she met in rehab, who she married. They had a pet rat, a ferret, a big bed, and a lot of junk that would wash away every rain, backpacks clothes, whatever they’d collected. I was, you know, riveted, but all of a sudden I was breathless. I couldn’t breathe. My vent started alarming, and I could not get my chest muscles to move. The vent wasn’t doing its job. A hose fell off.
Obviously, I didn’t die, but it reminded me why I always feel time.
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Damn, brotha. Damn.
I’ve seen shows about those crazy Vegas tunnel-folk… Bizarre stuff! Alas, try as he might, that bastard Dr. Phil can’t kill you off!
very well written. You took MY breath away!
oh no. this is not a good post, starting with the dr. phil episode. you are an amazing writer, Michael. I’ll be seeing (well, reading really) you tomorrow! 🙂
Wow! Powerful words. Glad you are alive.