… was going on. I had only been used to my stomach wanting to be on my outside. But now it felt like my spine was detaching itself and trying to escape right above my right ass cheek. After sobbing and screaming, I found myself in the ER once again in the fetal position and this time for something I knew was real. It had been well over 6 months since my last ER visit an…
During my visits with Little, I got used to waking up at four in the morning on weekends and driving the hour and a half to the prison while the dusty-rose dawn broke over the desert. I got him a Coke and some Lay’s potato chips from the vending machines, and we chatted.