It's easy.

[laudanine]

It feels exactly like a potato peeler is scrapping out the inside of my skull. There's pain, yes, but mostly out feels wrong. I can hear everything, even I'm the crowded bus. Sounds jump up like cheap mimes, demanding attention. The man behind me scratches his head and it's a thousand pounds of sandpaper rubbing against the cement. The pain is entirely secondary to the noise.

This is why I listen to music, metal or loud rock, complex harmonies with high bass. It doesn't help my head at all, but it distracts my ears. Nothing helps my head. All I can do is wait.

If that kid doesn't stop laughing, I'm gonna lose it. Vomit right here.

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