There i am, on the phone back home, just whining away about my sorry life when I hear someone on the other end coughing in the background.
It's a horrible, wet, squelching sound. It rolls on and on and I can hear the cougher struggling for breath, almost sobbing at one point.
It sounds like it hurts.
How can I have the gall to be mad at the world when I have done nothing of substance to help the people that have helped me? How come I haven't been out using this supposedly great brain to figure out some cure, some way to make it better? Why haven't I made a boatload of money so I can pay for the best treatments?
It was such a terrible sound.
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