I woke up in the hospital with a circle of strange faces over my head and snapping fingers in my face. “Paul, wake up. Do you know where you are?”
“Uhhh…” I croaked. I was on a gurney in the ICU of the local hospital, and the ring of faces was emergency room personnel. Apparently I’d been too liberal in self-medicating the night before, and had aspirated shortly after overdosing on a vodka, benzos and morphine cocktail. My throat was horribly raw and I could barely inhale. Who ran over my chest? I couldn’t move and didn’t want to. Fuuuck, hurtin’ dude. I would be in the ICU four days.
I remember just enough to know I was in a world of pain, embarrassment, and