Gringo's Associates
The Last Party - The Disillusioned Kid - Linz's blog - Awesome Linky Links - Bucky's blog - Kate's blog - Erin's blog - Birmo's Journalspace - Neo's Myspace - Jenna's Myspace - Site design by expojah

Archives
June 2004
July 2004
August 2004
September 2004
October 2004
November 2004
December 2004
January 2005
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
June 2005
July 2005
August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
January 2007
February 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
September 2007
March 2008
March 2009
May 2009

Monday, August 08, 2005

Strange Events.

A Kid gets kicked out of scouts for indecency, lays his blame on another scout, then a year later goes to kill that kid, who isn't at home - but his baby sister is. the mental kid should've chosen me, at least i could take him.

There's a crash blocking the road in both directions, 100m from the last event. bloody volvo driver well into retirement, a mother with bone sticking out of her leg, I'm holding her kids away so they can't hurt her till the ambulance comes. I give her my phone to use, tell her husband they're all okay and going to the hospital.

I've just started driving on my P's, it's a slippery wet day and I go around a corner above uni, and then the car spins and falls into a ditch, I'm looking straight up at the sky. not hurt, however unlikely that may seem. towed out, need repairs, drained me of money.

I'm in hospital the day after drinking, the public hospital and it's getting late into the night. an elderly woman's insisting she goes, and there's nothing that the workers say that convince her to stay. I'm in pain and all I can think about is what kinda drugs they'll give me to block it all out. the nurses love my veins - they get trainees to come over to practice, because the druggies and elderly have impossible veins. over the 17 days in and out, I lost count after 100 needles. three months recovery, I almost passed out in the one uni exam I did.

Yet here I Am. and for that, at least, I am thankful. don't dwell on the past, on things one cannot change. Bend the future, and find happiness.
posted by Keegan at 8:37 am

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home



----------------