Who was me? What did I look like? Was I loved, or hated? What mission was I to be completing on behalf of the universe, here?Why???All that went away ...hen the door opened and a nurse walked in and started to fiddle with my IV pole."Hi," I said, softly. "Where am I?" EEEK!" she said. It might have been, "Ahhh!!!" I'm not positive, but it was one, or the other, for sure.The nurse dropped her clipboard, squeaked again, and woke up my companion, who sat up and said, "What Wrong? Is something. Despite this, "dat ass" isn't exactly a quip that often comes to mind when you walk past adolescent males. The short shorts help with that, though.On your size seven feet were a pair of white low-cut ankle socks, a necessity for a girl who got cold feet all the time. They're made of a new cotton-synthetic blend that is supposed to wick sweat away while allowing the fabric to breathe. You're curled up on the bench seat, your petite, 5'4" frame wrapped into a tight ball. A pair of adidas slide. The third fourth fifth and sixth jumps took 10 or 11 kids each turn. So we could move the entire group in six rotations with an average time of 3 hours. We decided that 3 kilometers was far enough to be worthwhile and still keep us close enough to cover each other and get 3 jumps a day.With the 3 jumps we added almost 10 more miles to the average making about 300 miles at the end of day six and putting us at the sight. Morning of day seven the Feelahs were showing us the entrance to the ancient. That's when I first heard the snake's tail rattle. The fool horse had stepped into a large shadow cast by an even larger rock, and, in the process, had startled a sidewinder. I don't think that the snake really was after striking the horse, because I never heard of a snake missing a horse if it meant what it was doing. It was my guess that the halfhearted strike was just to remind the horse to be careful where he put his hoof. Well, I thought that the horse would, indeed, be more careful in the.