Wednesday, September 24, 2014

High on Drama

Today I was remembering when my brother cut himself cleaning the glass guinea pig cage in the yellow bathtub. Our mother phoned the police department and asked to be escorted to the hospital. I was holding up my brothers wrist wrapped in a dishtowel as we sat in the back seat of the ugly brown station wagon. Our mother got on the highway and drove 90 miles an hour. The police man followed us.

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