The lack of an introduction meant God didn’t exist, or he didn’t give a shit. To me, clergy were no different than used car salesmen promising an ...ternity of maintenance free driving. More blood seeped through my fingers. God would be handy right now. The wound was probably deep. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it should. That was disconcerting. I tried to reach across my body to open the car door. My twisting torso hurt more than I thought it should. That was disconcerting as well. My. When she got to class she sat next to me. We sat wordlessly as the teacher told us what we were going to do that day. We were going to finish hanging lights for the show later that night. Ricky and I were running the show at 6 oclock, so we went to the back of theater and fired up the lighting board. We silently worked on programming lights until school ended for the day. When class ended we went to talk to the teacher about the show later that night. Hey guys FC, the teacher, said. Are you. Stop this immediately!"By now Cindy was back and she grabbed my right arm and began pulling it back down to my side. I tried to raise my left arm and discovered it was actually tied to a board of some kind. I strained and the whole thing started to rise. The doctor grabbed my wrist and I cried out as pain flared up my arm. He had grabbed right on top of the IV. He dropped my wrist and a fresh flare of pain hit as my arm slammed back down on the bed. My vision swam red and I thought I might. What the fuck do you think there is too explain?”“I think you’re missing the point. When life hands you lemons,” she looked at me expectedly.“When life hands me lemons? I don’t make lemonade. I make life take those fucking lemons back and have them explain why the fuck they think I wanted these lemons in the first place! In fact, I demand to see life’s manager because I’m absolutely furious as to why life thinks I want these fucking lemons. What am I gonna do with these lemons huh? Fuck.