You know what i disagree totally with my title i think everybody's life is interesting whether you can write a book that is interesting enough to sale is different because honestly think about it how many peoples lives are like yours...None... right but the problem is what's the difference in the difference? To it's the ability to reach people with it and to evoke emotion. Regardless how good my story is if it doesn't touch you; you wont like me and for example i died and came back 5 days later... But with me just telling you that you don't feel the intensity... Now...
Coming in and out of consciousness only thing i can hear is Jessi saying "stay with me baby". "Please stay awake." The last thing i remember before that is standing in the door way screaming you got this man in my house, in my bed, what the hell were you thinking! I-I-I... can't B!!!!! and then I'm in the ambulance with a plastic mask on my face and my wife looking at me with tears in her eyes. I could feel myself drift out of consciousness and float away from my body as my total existence reached the outside of my body i could see her put her head on my chest and weep it was silent until i heard her thoughts... "Dear lord please don't take him away from me, he is the man of my dreams i know i made a mistake Lord please forgive me!" i woke up five days later from the sun beaming down on my forehead tubes in my nose and my legs numb from laying in the same spot so long. With this paper skirt on the butt out. "Damn it's hot!" i say in the best voice i could with these damn tubes down my throat. "Oh baby...O my gosh... I didn't think... O never mind you're here!" She said... i remember why I'm in here now I caught her ass in the bed with another guy. Um i wonder if she cares for real or if she was hoping i died...
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