The fuckers almost tipped me off the stretcher a couple times so I complained like hell...They finally got me to the ground without dumping my ass off...the stretcher, hauled me to the chopper loaded me on board and Banzai said to the flight nurse, "Jack's in a hell of a lot of pain. The morphine tanked his vitals so I gave him some Narcan IV to counteract the morphine. But it's made him crabby as hell. I put four sutures in the bleeder in his ass and packed it with gauze."The flight nurse. "Jasmine Jearu. Most people call me J.J." I smiled. "Well, J.J...would you like to go on a date with me?" He smiled. "Sure, what the hell." I muttered.Soon, we had engaged in conversation and he talked about how his sister Rachel died of lung cancer. "She was the best." He murmured. Dusk fell and the park was now closed. "Shall I walk you home?" He asked."Sure,"Jason held my hand and we talked some more. My house was now in full view, and he was surprised. "This is a wonderful house! I wish I. " Maybe you got too much energy." I might; I doubted it. "Maybe you need a new outlet." She was probably about right. "You don't swim like you used to. You don't work like you used to. You don't screw around like you used to." MOM!" she caught me off guard with that."Well, you don't. You was always an active child gettin' inta everythin' so I knew when you managed to bring it down to just one hobby, you had ta be workin' that energy off somewhere." She looked at my wide-eyed expression. "Oh. Mazy ki baat tu yeh thi ka ab meri biwi bhi hil rahi thi khud sa usko bhi maza a raha tha.wo waqai hi ghasti ban gai thi….Akhir kar usny apni asliyat jan li thi…Or phir humko awazain ani shuro ho gayn….Chodo mughy.gandu.Phar do meri bur.Nikal do jo bacha hai us mein..Masal do mery mummay mar mar kar chodu mughy.…aur maro aur maro.…yeh ghasti ki bachi hai, raand hun mein raand..Mughy piyar na karo…Maro mughy, chudu mughy..Kuttia hon tum logon ki tu kuttia ki tara chudu…Or phir humsub aik dafa.