~~~CAIRO~~~

I’m sitting on the gravel floor that’s murdering my knees, smelling incense that’s giving me a headache, while some guy in a robe tells me to 'find my center and breathe’.

My center is currently in a shitty California hospital being harassed by a prick! I don't need to breathe, I need a needle and a vein. NOW.

My calves are literally cramping and my back is stiff.

As if that isn't enough, there’s a bug. A tiny, insignificant, green-winged piece of shit crawling up my neck.

I want to swat it. I want to crush it into the gravel.

But every time I even twitch a muscle, the...