Glenn Frey Saved My Life

I know I'm late. I've just been listening to music tonight, which I don't do enough of anymore.
I was working in a restaurant washing dishes at 15, and my first paycheck went to fill up my car, buy a carton of smokes and buy  Eagles Greatest Hits. I'd sit in my dark bedroom with a candle lit and listen to music all the time, they were on heavy rotation. Later I got Eagles Live for Christmas, because it was first on my list, and that's all I did at night. I was in the midst of some angsty teenagery shit, but music pretty much kept me as sane as I was gonna get, and Eagles did it most of the time.

I Lived!

Got a room, told them my birthday 3000 times, and big burly guy starts wheeling me back. None of the automatic doors work, hmmmm. He pushes me into a room with a whole bunch of shiny shit and clutter and, people in scrubs, and just leans over and looks at me. I'm a bit nervous. Another guy says he's my friend, and breathe, and I do and nothing, then the fucker gave me something cuz I woke up in a totally different place.

I had a morphine machine for the night, I wanted to marry her, but they took her away the next morning. Bitches.

Long story short, I have a bunch of metal in my back which makes me better. I can walk without the cane, and the pain is way better. Frankenfoot may not ever get back, but still better than he was so I'm feeling ok with that.