++ January 5th 1997, 8:00pm, blender mass murdererice
No fancy font, no colorful lettering. Just poetry.
The doctor said to wait .. For me 3 weeks was enough ..
Can my shoulder be healed by the big tournament?
This medical shit is confusing stuff ..
I dont give a shit .. I step out on the mat ..
Hungry.. Havent eaten all week ..
Had to suck 3 pounds, on this body, there is no fat ..
Second period, I fell to my back ..
Had a moment of pain ..
Oh fuck .. I heard my shoulder crack ..
Feeling too much pain, couldnt move a bit ..
Thinking about only my health ..
Fuck suing .. This isnt no Radman shit ..
Loaded up on the stretcher .. blanket over my thighs ..
I approach the ambulance ..
While getting loaded in .. I ask myself, Why? ..
Why could I be so stupid .. Why couldnt I wait ..
Looking out the ambulance rear window ..
Spotted McDonalds.. Man .. I gotta eat ..
Took 5 minutes till we reached the E.R. ..
Was strolled right into room 203 ..
Took a few seconds.. It wasnt far ..
Doctor tells me I dislocated my shoulder ..
This shit is painful ..
Im wishing this day was over ..
The doctor injects some Demerol into my leg
Feeling the pain lessen and lessen ..
Thinking about last weekend.. The stripper, the keg ..
A few minutes later .. the doctor injects an IV ..
He took out needles filled with morphine ..
As it flowed through the tube. Black was all i began to see ..
Woke up 10 minutes later, hours before i was expected ..
My shoulder was back in place ..
Doctor fixed it while I was asleep, made it alot less hectic ..
My parents arrived, I got slinged up and I left ..
The ride home I realized the mistake I made ..
From the moment I woke up that day, the first breath ..