No doctor it is not the infection I am worried

No doctor it is not the infection I am worried about, its the vertigo and sporadic bouts of levitation.

It wouldn't even be bad if it were vertigo OR levitation, but together I'm flying all over the place and getting sea sick. The infection will heal on its own, but Dr. I need you to

give me some demerol or something... anything to keep me from coating whatever I fly over in my last meal." The doctor nodded, looking distracted, and I realized he reminded me of

Ed McMahon." My mind convulsed and said, "Doctor I hate you." I waited for him to hand me the Demerol of course. Then I took the wad of rubber gloves I'd stolen and jammed them

his long cane. "Don't take it," he shouted, but I didn't look back at the doctor. I kept moving forward

while watching his cane hit the ground over and over again. I wanted desperately to take the cane from him, make him stop beating the boy, but the doctor didn't think the risk was

warranted & refused to accept my Emergency Waiver, so I just stood there like a coward as the man beat the boy in front of a crowd in the park. Lots of phones out but not 1 hand of

Gin Rummy was played. Suddenly, the onlookers leapt upon the assailant and began to beat him with their phones, creating a sickening cacophony of shattered screens and skull.

"Alright everyone, put down your weapons!' The police. They had the place surrounded. The assailants looked up with hope. "No cavalry for you!"They beat them until the sun came up.