Thursday, December 16, 2004

What if I had to amputate?

I think my toes died last night in Johnson City. Just for a moment, like in the movie Flatliners. They probably saw a light at the end of the tunnel. And then they must have heard me calling to come back. To step away from the light. Mark and Aaron swore that it was physically impossible for me to get frost bite in a matter of half an hour. I'm willing to bet, they're wrong and that I came pretty damn close.

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