Hospital

And the life is just pouring out of him. Literally. It’s staining the walls and there’s a puddle on the floor and all he can do is laugh, the sick bastard. I know that the ladies in the white suits are going to rush through that door in about thirty seconds, but for the next twenty nine he just sits there and laughs and I think he’s crying but it’s not from the pain.

It’s from the exhilaration.




And that’s when I first thought I wanted a taste of that freedom.