July 1989

My cast was removed, more plates in my arms, extra stitches to keep everything in place. At this point, the docs were concerned because there was little bone left on the right side of my arm to play around with. Back in the hospital that night, I started hallucinating about a retarded boy named Corky from high school. I never truly understood why he became part of my existence as I again stayed doped up, my arm as hot as if it was in a flaming oven.