Coffee and Blood

I am never home. I may be here physically but not mentally. I have been in a constant vegetative state for approximately 3 days. I feel awful. I don’t go out side during the day any more, only at night. I live between the warm glow of a television and the hum of a CPU. I blame my lack of activity on my lack of mobility, I lie to my self. I walked to get a coffee today, there was a kid lying on the street. He had been hit by a car, 2 people attended to him.  An ambulance showed up immediately. The lights were on, but the siren was absent. The kid hadn’t moved. They loaded him in the ambulance, the people left in their car. The ambulance parked itself on the side of the road and turned off is lights. Was this kid dead? Was he ok? Why was there no rush? I turned around, abandoning my plans for coffee. I walk over the intersection, causally stepping over a small stream of blood. Returning the warmth and comfort of the house I procrastinate for hours. So this is what happens when I leave the house? I am staying in tonight.

Comments

[Kyle]

are you fuckin' kidding me?
that was the most disturbing blog entry I have ever read. I would abstain from coffee altogether... jebus.