SLA

Evan Cohen
Iron

Eric and I walk in, Its a nice house .There’s a new car smell to the place, It is slightly under furnished but homely there’s people in the back that don’t seem to match the house . They look tired and from what I can see they were already drinking something. John Doe greets us. He is surprisingly happy and gives us a warm welcome. The first words out of his mouth after we walk in are” I’m going to get you get you guys messed up tonight.” I’m sitting there thinking, “I’m going to get mad respect for this  “  

So he hands us two glasses of a clear liquid .I take a sip. It taste like earwax and it goes down the same .I sip the glass slowly. It taste gross but I’m laughing and making jokes for some reason . After the second glass John says “put the radio on”. I stand up and immediately start to wobble but I make my over to the stereo and turn it on. “Umbrella” comes on and I fall back into the seat.

Eric goes to the bathroom and I finish my third glass. While he’s in there I down his as well.

All of a sudden I’m floating. I’m  seeing things through small slits and I’m getting flashes. Blink School, Blink Home, Blink Flashing, Blink light,
“Are you feeling better” a distant voice stutters through my mind. I crawl out of a very deep part of my head and manage a very weak  “ been worse “.  I realize what’s going on but at the same time I don’t I’m laying in a bed in some hospital with a nurse talking to me and I can barely understand what’s being told to me.  The room is fuzzy I can barely see the nurse or anything for that matter. I could careless at this point though since , my head is pounding. After a night in CHOP Eric would later go on to explain what happened.

After he got out of the bathroom I walked up to it and passed out. Eric and John took me to the schoolyard to throw up, which I did for awhile. After That I was brought home . When my mom saw me in such a bad state she freaked out . They brought me to CHOP and several hours later I awoke in my vegetative state.

It took me along time to process what happened to me but while pondering one night it dawned on me. In the grand scheme of things how would being cool in someone eyes even matter .  I thought “will this kid liking me get me into a good collage, a girlfriend, and even happiness. The answer I came up with was it wont. Never let anyone’s opinion of you lead your life in anyway.