There Are No Strings On Me
Finally out of the fucking hospital and back at (my temporary) home, swollen and bruised but de-tubed. I wish I could say it went without incident, but we all know …
I Once Shot a Man in Reno…
… just to watch him get trapped in a Sisyphean cycle of medical department posturing and endless hospitalizations. In case it’s not obvious, I’m still stuck at Stanford. I’m less …