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Hey, » susan47

Posted by Toph on November 28, 2007, at 20:14:24

In reply to Toph, you are a poet, posted by susan47 on November 28, 2007, at 18:58:16

Last week I had to take custody of this junkie who wasn't taking his insulin and who had sliced himself up going through a window and who had this horribly infected hand from injecting himself between his fingers and who all the pushers hang around so they can steal his insulin needles. Anyway, I had to call his sister so that I could get into his apartment. I forced him into the hospital and the sister is like 12 years younger and kind of rough herself but she loves her older brother and she was so grateful that her brother was getting some help that she hugged me. It felt nice even though ethically I cant have any kind of relationship with her cause I'm married and love my wife and cause I'd lose my license. So yesterday we have the probable cause hearing at bedside and she gets appointed her brother's temporary guardian and she thinks I'm some kind of angel or something because no one helps junkies. After all the lawyers leave its just me and her and her brother and I give him a pep talk that this is probably his last chance to save himself and as a former Chicago fireman he should save himself like the countless other people and fire buddies he has pulled out of fires. All the time I keep looking at the sister and I am thinking how dead I have felt lately cause Im old and no one pays much attention to me and how maybe thats a good thing anyway cause I dont feel so hot anymore - ever, really, except that this sister is so attractive and she likes makes me feel kind of alive. So its time to go and she's thanking me profusely and I'm saying that its just my job when she reaches out her hand and something came over me, not something - desire, and I pull her toward me and we embrace and she kisses me on the cheek and we just cant seem to let go of each other like maybe she has been feeling dead lately also. Her brother laughs and asks if he should call the lawyers back. I say goodbye and go back to work. I've been thinking about her lately and even though nothing will come of this, its nice to know I'm not dead.

Remember, susan, when we used to talk about these things a long time ago?

 

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