It’s hard to keep everything that happened in February straight. That’s one reason I decided to let it out on paper.
February brought more injury.
I can’t keep it in chronological order:
I fell face first down a subway staircase in Brooklyn, breaking my nose, shattering my front teeth and losing a left shoe
I ran from target security guards into a busy street and got hit by a swift moving white Toyota. I got up and scurried to the 44 bus to go try to get more duster, I didn’t want to go back to Kings county hospital. My head was leaking blood but it didn’t stop me.
I’m that scary piss stinking street creature you avoid on the subway…long knotty hair with burns and bloody gashes on the face. That’s what I become. A zombie street wanderer unable to give a single fuck about my wellbeing.
At one point in the back of an ambulance I was sure I was at my end. I kept screaming out “i’m dying!”
The medics tried to assure me that my vitals were ok, but I couldn’t hear that. In my mind I saw everyone and everything . I was so afraid. I realized that I’m not ready to die yet, and that I do care about myself… if only a little, enough to keep fighting.
I want to live! See this whole story isn’t just gloom and doom!
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