Went to the clinic, signed a form saying I’d hold them harmless for whatever, discussed nerve damage and drooling and droopy eyelids and such, opened old wound, checked for centipedes and all that kind of shit, nothing found, closed it up, went home and ate Ibuprofen grateful not to have been found dead like Leslie – no relation to Dave – Winer on a floaty in a pool in Coconut Grove.
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