I Don’t Care Anymore
I remember that night in the hospital bed. It was, I believe my second trip there. It must have been because I remember lying there, the last bed in line of the children’s dormitory room. It was a pretty big room as I remember it. Of course when you’re a kid everything looks bigger than life to you. The ceiling above me was creepy. Old and kind of rounded off being at the end. I started thinking that will be where the monsters come out. Eventually I fell asleep and I remember being woken up by a nurse who had remembered me from my previous six month “visit”, to The Newark Children’s Hospital. What a place.
When Synapses Go Bad 