Paging Doctor Miller, paging Doctor Miller. Doctor Miller to the Emergency Room please The sound seems to echo redundantly in my ears, and I can't really make out the words. My head is pounding and I open my eyes to find I"m still just as dizzy as I was before. What a nightmare, I dreamt I was in a hospital with oxygen being pumped into my lungs. What happened to me? Where am I? Curtains to the left, tubes shoved up my nostrils, and a heavy-set man named Pat leaning over me adjusting the tube in my nose holy crap I am in a hospital! "Sir, sir may I ask you please what happened?" I ask. "My name is Pat and I am a miss, thank you!" And without a word she walked out. Ouch! My bad.
Ok, so what did I do this time to get myself in this mess? A flash of a picture comes into my head just briefly but I can't make out what it is. Bright lights and orange flares ok so I was at a rave? No, no that can't be it. Think Manny, think. Oh look here comes my good friend Pat with a glass of water and some Advil. "Thanks," I say as Miss Congeniality walks out. .
I take my pills and drink half the glass of water. My throat's so dry, man I must have done a number this time. I wonder what Mom and Dad think. Mom's probably worried out of her mind and Dad's probably saying "That's my boy; oh ya know I was like him at that age, kid's stuff." And then he"d give a hearty laugh; typical, good old Pops. It's funny, he actually knows every cop in the Massachusetts area precinct and knows exactly how to bribe them.
Flash - a sign that reads "Carl's Bar" and a 40 oz. It's all coming back to me now, bare with me and maybe I can tell the story in piece-meal.
Vroooom. The sound of my baby, my Mitsubishi Eclipse "03, getting ready to accelerate as I rev the engine. It was my sixteenth birthday present and what a beauty, got it from my good old Pops. "Sweet car dude, you know you"re gunna be driving my butt all over the place right?" Joey says and I laugh.
