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SentrinodalAug 17 '03 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line I am not sure what recommendation is needed. I will say I apologize for this lousy story. Thanks. ... "The bees are more aggressive this summer." Jesus, get me out of this damn car. If you are up there, in heaven, looking down, please do something to get me the hell out of this car so I don't have to listen to another minute of these conversations. A bee flew in the window, Joss got distracted and swatted at it. It was just enough to keep his eyes off the road, missing the truck coming right at them. The collision took care of the bee, Joss, Rupert and left Riley in the hospital, away from the conversation, as he wished. ... The newest Mike Johnson was so good, so textured, so fully realized that it creeped him out to listen to it. He knew that just about everyone else, if they were forced to listen to it, would not be able to give it the time needed to soak in the crazy subtle touches thrown in. A beautiful chiming guitar, distorted and buried in the mix, almost inaudible. The feeling you get when the song that you originally think is a pretty love song is actually a heartbreaking lament over someone's death, or the song that is puzzling and quiet, and as you sit and make out his mumbled lyrics you find it is an achingly honest and strong prayer to god. Thankfully for him, he did have the time, recovering in the hospital. It was a cliche, but the line "watch what you pray for, you just might get it" was causing him to not sleep. It was just him, the MJ cd, and the occasional changing nurse. The deaths didn't seem real. He doubted they ever would. .... The depression wouldn't lift. Putting on a pair of socks seemed to be a task best suited for another day, a day that would come sooner or later, when he felt like moving. It was wrong that a god he didn't believe in would grant a wish born of the brattiest part of his mind. The socks could wait, along with everything else. What was the point anyway. There wasn't a point to any of it, as far as he could see. You get the socks done and then you have to contend with the shoes, the pants, the shirt. To hell with it all. .... Things went black. He wasn't sure why, and he didn't care. .... The lights did come back on. He didn't know if was two days or two weeks. He knew he should get something to eat and drink, but it was just a big damn hassle. .... "For I lift up my stone, right unto thee. Teach me to do thy will, but how hard, my god. My spirit, it is good. Lead me, in (unintelligible). " These lyrics, from MJ's "Deliver Me from my Enemies", were giving him strength. He managed to get up and make a grilled cheese sandwich. It wasn't much, but it was a start. .... Fall came. He was working regularly. He managed to get a script accepted. Love was blooming in his life. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. .... "It freaks me out to be in a car. I remember the accident so clearly, so around every corner, behind any obstruction of view, I feel a car coming, right at me. I just can't relax." "Don't worry baby, it will pass. It just takes time. Give me your hand." "Do you think my wish had something to do with their deaths? Be honest." "I do." .... "Sex in the City is sooo good this season! Can you believe...." Jesus, please just shut them up. I cannot take another minute of it. .... From the article: "The driver had forgotten to take her heart medication, authorities said. The heart attack caused her to lose control of her vehicle, unfortunately sending it into the restaurant. The dead number 18, and miraculously there was one survivor." ....  |
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