The ambulance call comes in...response...react...revive. The adrenaline starts to pump, and much to my demise, does not cease- flowing into everyday matters like a renegade river, ripping at the orderly birthing disorder. A simple conversation, observed from my perch down the hallway, made my head (in vain) boil.
"Who is this guy?" my head asks, well, my head. "He is just like all the rest", my head responds.
I am a product of the moment. I am, at times, a creature better off left in the wild. I am alive. I am happy about most of these facts.
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