a dead bank robber is dying on the fourth floor of a hospital where good men go to say goodbye. he is delirious and hugging me, and it is difficult to understand what he's saying because the teeth are rotting out of his mouth. i start telling him over and over again:
"it's all okay, it's all okay..."
he calms some and becomes lucid. i leave him in the waiting room and begin to cry as i walk to a steel metal door on the back side of the building . i turn the handle and walk out onto the balcony. there is no railing, only a slab of concrete jutting out over the parking lot below. the door closes behind me, and only then do i realize that i do not have a key to get back inside.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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You just have to sit down. Especially since you are a boy and your center of gravity is higher.
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