The Cranberries: with their tanks and their bombs and their bombs, and their guns
Me on the floor holding my head: AAAAGHHHH!! AAAAAHHHH!!
Therapist: Quickly, turn it off!
Scientist: Remarkable (scribbling on clipboard) and the boy is of Irish ancestry?
I stand shaking and wipe blood from my mouth: 40%
Swordplay Jonathan. The one Vietnam vet who exclusively wielded melee weaponry. Thing is? He didn’t fight for either side. He was a rogue, a vagrant (noticing the blood on my floss) fuck. (Spitting in the sink) fucking fuck
She wraps her arms around me: You’re hurt!
Me: It’s another episode. Go! GET OUT OF HERE!
She grips my heaving body tighter: Not this time! Tell me more about swordplay Jonathan
I croak through labored breath: Yes.. he… he was. He was a vagrant