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July 27, 2007

Dave: A Darkened Room

It was all darkness around me.  I fumbled about ... found something ... pulled myself up.

Voices in the distance.  I considered staying silent -- where the hell was I? -- but the oppression of the blackness was jiust too great.  "Hello?  Is anyone there?"

Silence ... then footsteps.  I heard a door open, but no light came through it.  Was this whole place dark?  "Hello?"

"Mister Waid, you're awake."

"Yes -- what time is it?  What's goiing on?"  I felt compelled to lower my voie.  "Where are we?"

"You're at St. Crispin's Hospital, Boston.  The intensive care ward."

"But -- why can't I --?" I stopped.  The answer was suddenly, blindingly obvious.



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