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 When I was out there for 3 days in a row, I fell to the ground in freezing night temperatures - at this point, I left the young boy's world. I was in Hope, New Jersey in the middle of a national forrest. My mind spurts and snares at the memory of travel through the grey mist. Everything was a path of prickers! Where the fuck did I go? Then, I live in memories of how I tried to dig the van out and - who is he?E.P. - State Police taking me to their office to help me. At 4:30 am, when the sun began to rise, I dug the van with my hands. I looked at the side bashed in by skimming a tree - one more inch and I'd be in little pieces. My head shattered the windshield, my body felt like oatmeal - plain. I dug for hours and an old guy came outside and got the Police on the phone. It doesn't sequence right - I fell to the ground in the forrest, - E.P.- or I dug the van. 'There are two of you' O.O./ 'We help' E.P., fantasies and delusions. I sat in the State Police Pergatory and understood someone had given me a second chance. My Dad walked in with my favorite sneakers and he told me he's taking me to the big game... |
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