Broken Jaw Dog Date Thursday, April 18, 2024 - 06:44 PM PST Topic Illustrations You can't eat with a broken jaw, nothing but mush at least, and I had none to even try for. My mouth was a mish-mash of busted glass and tender meat shredded to yellow degrees of pain. It was cathartic though; laying on the ground so beat up I couldn't even feel the cold. My sense of self left the building, and took everything along with it. I was a husk, and I don't even remember how I got this way. Was it drugs? I don't think so, mebbe' at the start. Drugs where always good, sort of a wild upside down gastrointestinal roller coaster that was sometimes fun and sometimes horrible, but it was always good. Where was I? Oh yeah, my jaw, it's busted. I can kinda' clench it, but it moves weird. Feels like a few pieces of tortilla chips in a bag filled with curdled milk. It's kind of neat actually. Whoever I was fighting, I must have lost, unless we both went down, or got hit by a car or something. I don't know how long I've been here, long enough to realize I can't move. Crap, I really can't, I can only twitch a few things. Having a hard time remembering anything too, like my name, I don't even know if I ever had one. What the hell is going on? Why won't anyone help me? What did I do? All right, enough whining. I can handle this; just give me some time to heal. Someone is coming! Great! Yes, I'll do anything if you just help me, take me to a hospital, a blanket, even if all you do is ask my name, maybe even tell it to me, anything. My shoes, I couldn't even stop them from taking my shoes. This is funny. Not funny ha-ha, but pretty damned funny. I'm starting to get just a little sleepy. I mean, I've been lying here for so long. The curb actually makes a pretty decent pillow. My lungs feel weird, kind of full. I want to cough but I can't, my tore up jaw won't allow it and I can't seem to make my body work in any way anymore. I wonder if I've ever been anywhere else. I mean, I've been here as long as I can remember. Maybe I've always been here. I don't even have a name, maybe I could never move. I'm so damn sleepy, like I want to just shut my eyes and cotton-off for a couple hours. But I don't seem to be able to move my eyelids, I wonder if I have any. This isn't so bad. I don't, know, could, could be. What. , , , . , .help. This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=637