No injures outside of some soreness, and a bit of a headache but all in all healthy. Checking your pockets for anything useful, you find your raspberr... chap-stick survived but is totally swamped with salt water. Yuck. Your phone is much the same way and now sports a wicked crack across its screen but it is in one piece. Of course it's dead and probably too waterlogged to function anyway, but it is something. Unfortunately your bag is nowhere to be seen and with it your keys and other personal. I took a summer job as a music teacher at the school where I took my lessons. I tried to work hard and get my mind off my unruly body’s forbidden desires.George came by the music school recruiting musicians to work on an album of original music he was recording. He hired our former guitar teacher to play lead guitar on his recording sessions. He hired me as a backup singer because my English pronunciation is clear and not masked by a heavy Philippine accent. George was using a studio on the. Beside me, one of the agents in my travel detail vaulted the fence and headed down to find out what had happened to Charlie. Within seconds, Doctor Tubb and his nurse showed up at our sides.It was strange watching this unfold in front of me. My son was underneath that unholy mess, and yet one of the odd things that ran through my head was that this was bound to make the news, and for once it wouldn’t be because I was there. A crash like this was going to make the highlight reels. Then a chill. Every day was the same: get up, go to school, come home, and eat dinner with Aunt Neesa, then back to bed. Sometimes I would have a few friends over and we would play video games or something. Once, my friend Jimmy brought his Playstation 2 and we played Splinter Cell or something. That was the way it was for years. However, one summer day, things got really strange. One night, I awoke to a loud crying and realized it was my aunt. I went over to her room and found her sitting upright and.