III. I wake up to bright lights shining in my face. I see nurse Ratchet standing at the door. “C’mon, let’s go. PT in ten minutes.” She states rather curtly. “What?” I question rather groggily. I rub my eyes and look out the window. It is dark outside. The soft round floods of orange beneath the outdoor lamps are barely enough to cut through the darkness. “What time is it?” I ask, looking back at her. “Oh four hundred. Put these on.” She holds out a pair... Read More
Some truly upsetting news coming out of Iraq this week where groups “alternative” kids are been singled out for being “emo” and literally beaten and stoned TO DEATH.
III. I wake up to bright lights shining in my face. I see nurse Ratchet standing at the door. “C’mon, let’s go. PT in ten minutes.” She states rather curtly. “What?” I question rather groggily. I rub my eyes and look out the window. It is dark outside. The soft round floods of orange beneath [...]