I'm dying. We're all dying, and I think I'm just doing it a little bit faster. There's this tickle in my chest, a familiar and unwelcome feeling. I had a bypass three years back. But it looks the problem it was meant to fix hasn't gone away.
It's like being in a car where the brakes don't work and the accelerator is stuck. The tank is full and the road is twisty and you just hope you can hold on before things go boom.
It's like being in a car where the brakes don't work and the accelerator is stuck. The tank is full and the road is twisty and you just hope you can hold on before things go boom.