THE WALLS
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I can hear Aberdeen snoring in the other room. I never would have thought him to be someone who snores. Then again, I can't picture him going to the bathroom or doing anything more than sitting at a table, fondling his beard, and waiting for an opportunity to say something that he believes is either curtly incisive or insightful. He is clearly the neat freak out of the trio who shares this bathroom. Tomas coughs, makes a sound as though he is hiccupping, and then groans.
It has to be Sammy Sosa. What organization issues IDs? I'm guessing Social Security Something. So it has to be S-S-Blank. What do you call a day when court isn't in session? Fuck it; I'm going with SOSA.
This is not the first time I have been entrusted with someone's life after they have drunk themselves incontinent. True, it is the first time since my third year in college, but the procedurals are no different now than they were back then. The only real goal is to make sure your patient doesn't roll onto his or her back (his now; her then). Equally important, you are not to bring up the incident very often once all is said and done.
A film from 1959? Seriously? What about this here? “Whatever” that has a D and a C in it? It's not one word. It can't be. What could be a second word starting with a C? Maybe it's three words. Maybe DONT for the second, I for the first. What about that C? I DONT C— What do you not do when you—