I can't recall how my bag swere loaded. But i do remember the look on Teri's face. My eyes glued to, nothing really, just gazeing, i suppose....."I know....I cant fuckn do this shit anymore.....I aint bad enough...No Mas......we going now?" It was at this moment, my spirit was truely broke.
It took me a long long time getting from the terminal to the bagage claim to curb side wheni got there, it looked like the fourlane speedway in da hoood. Really not giving one dam if i got hit, i just stagard out into the crosswalk without a glance, nothing. That really pisses off the cab drivers "Ahh Fuck yooooooou..." to the angry horns.
We decided the next day would be my official day of surrender.
It was about noon when Duane came over. When i answered the door the Greeting i got was "Reid we'
re going to the hospital. I dont care if we gotta hog tie you." "I'm going maaaan." Duanes wing man in the Back country "The Bully" had had some similer issues mainly sight. It was on a trip back from B.C. that his vision was doing some crazy shit. It scared him enough to see the DOC upon there return home. "Get em to a Doctor ASAP." He told Duane, upon his inquiry of symtom comparison. Teri who tended bar at the C.I. had one of her regulars mention that after seeing me walk and listenning to Teri's concern's/fear's, he volenteered that a good friend of his had issues that were "errily similar."
"The Bully" Ended up in the MRI capsul. He recived his results over the phone while on his way to Moab. Jason, Teri's regular. His buddy, also had to turn himself in to the Medical atthority's as well.
Comeing home from the Airport, Teri was a little reluctant to tell me about Jason's concern. As Jason's friend was Diagnosed with the same thing as "The Bully." "I dont want to scare you babe. But we think you might have Multipal Sclrosis
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