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It was still unbelievable to me these fucking morons think I started this fire on purpose. I was later informed there is no requisite intent needed for arson, you can just be a fucking wasted blacked-out moron and still be charged with it. Guess I needed to worry.
The cops called back several more times but I blew them off, but it got my father freaked out enough to reschedule our flight out of a connecticut airport so we wouldn’t have to go back to new york state. I finally resolved the issue by hiring a lawyer to throw paperwork at them till they decided not to press charges. Fucking lawyers.
The plane ride was interesting. One of the side effects of being in ICU so long on so many drugs "“chemically paralyzed” is called “Neuropothy” or something like that. I to this day still have it raging in my feet. What it feels like is when your arm goes to sleep and the blood starts to go back into it and it feels all tingly and over sensitive… well take that nonstop 24 hours a day for a year in both feet… it just never ends…
What this ment to me on the plane though at the time, was the slightest vibrations of the floor in the plane felt like someone was slapping me in the feet really hard with a nonstop paddle. Add to this no way to get off the plane or even make the vibrating stop for a second and I was a freaked out wreck when the plane landed, babbling nonsense.
These things just don’t seem to get to me as much anymore I guess. Just one more thing to pile on to the heap of miserable experiences. I remember reading in dante’s inferno it was one of the really newb areas of hell where they took people and shoved them headfirst into this boiling wax with their feet sticking out and stuck candles on each foot to continue to burn… Whatever. My new favorite saying is…
“Well at least it isnt as bad as detoxing off methadone at Bellevue and puking for 16 days straight while starving to death…”
Oh well at least im away from the doctors and hospitals, and emaciated as I am at the moment I plan to do absolutely nothing and get a fucking fat as possible for as long as possible. That is the plan for the moment….
The cops called back several more times but I blew them off, but it got my father freaked out enough to reschedule our flight out of a connecticut airport so we wouldn’t have to go back to new york state. I finally resolved the issue by hiring a lawyer to throw paperwork at them till they decided not to press charges. Fucking lawyers.
The plane ride was interesting. One of the side effects of being in ICU so long on so many drugs "“chemically paralyzed” is called “Neuropothy” or something like that. I to this day still have it raging in my feet. What it feels like is when your arm goes to sleep and the blood starts to go back into it and it feels all tingly and over sensitive… well take that nonstop 24 hours a day for a year in both feet… it just never ends…
What this ment to me on the plane though at the time, was the slightest vibrations of the floor in the plane felt like someone was slapping me in the feet really hard with a nonstop paddle. Add to this no way to get off the plane or even make the vibrating stop for a second and I was a freaked out wreck when the plane landed, babbling nonsense.
These things just don’t seem to get to me as much anymore I guess. Just one more thing to pile on to the heap of miserable experiences. I remember reading in dante’s inferno it was one of the really newb areas of hell where they took people and shoved them headfirst into this boiling wax with their feet sticking out and stuck candles on each foot to continue to burn… Whatever. My new favorite saying is…
“Well at least it isnt as bad as detoxing off methadone at Bellevue and puking for 16 days straight while starving to death…”
Oh well at least im away from the doctors and hospitals, and emaciated as I am at the moment I plan to do absolutely nothing and get a fucking fat as possible for as long as possible. That is the plan for the moment….