BEST COINCIDENCE (DC!!!) (old)

I've been saving this for a good time. I'm not sure if I posted it
already or not. I did SEVERAL google searches, with different words,
and none of them came up. PLEASE forgive me if I posted it already,
because I SEEM TO REMEMBER writing it out before. If I haven't, I
*think* you will enjoy it. It's one of my *best* coincidences.

NDC: By the way, the medicine is working GREAT, and I'm doing fine/ok.
No voices in my head at below sound level or audible, wasn't having
those anyway, no electrical pain, assuredly all meth withdrawal and
body anger for lack of medicine it likes, not inherent, I think I can
get off it in a while, if anyone out there at all is left who might be
interested in me when I am thin and pretty and smart and balanced to
get married and have a family - no fakers pretending they don't know me
from rmd, you gotta love me for that, too!

OK, here you go, fine people.

I was in the hospital, I'm not sure when, you will know. (added: around
April 3, 2003) I was sitting in the dining/living room area, and there
is a Rolling Stone magazine sitting on the table. So, naturally, I
wonder, is Bob in it? So I look. I find the picture and article Strange
Days 1, Dylan's Secret Video with the picture of Bob in the blue "knit
hat" and take it to my room to save it. Oh, what am I saying. It's the
one with the hot black dude on the cover. I still have it.

My back was bothering me so I took it to use him (the hot black dude)
as inspiration to do my stretching exercises in my room. OK, so it was
there on my little dresser. It had been sitting there for over a month.
I swear I remember writing this already. Blame google. But maybe I
wrote it and didn't post it. If I did, then google is being a jerk, and
please please forgive me. After this, I have nothing left to say for a
long time. (and I'm having chest pains. Maybe you don't want me around
at all. I'm sorry, I really think some people will like this.)

There was a man in the unit in an electric wheelchair. He would zoom
around and drive everybody crazy. He would also go on and on about
Jesus. Once, he got so close to me in line to get food, that he pushed
his way forward into my achilles tendon, and I shouted at him, like
Eddie Murphy in the movie, "Trading Places," "BACK THE F*CK UP!" and he
did.

Anyway, this man got so out of control, they had to call in security to
take him over to the other unit. When they did this, they made all of
us go to our rooms. Pretty much everyone followed instructions.

So I'm in my room, and didn't know what to do. I was just standing
there, and decided, let me look at a picture of my baby, for the first
time since I brought it into my room, even though I didn't/don't know
whether he likes me or not (I'm sure he doesn't give a fluck). I don't
know if they faked the red under his eyes in RMD, or took it out for
the photo in Rolling Stone.

So I start to look. I start flipping from the back (I swear I remember
writing this already. I'm SO SO SO SORRY. Google is making it look like
I never wrote it, under any name.). to find the picture. I flip. I miss
it. I flip again from the back. I miss it. (Maybe I wrote it and never
posted it?) Anyway, I finally say to myself, oh c'mon, you know it's
near the front, start at the beginning and go slowly. I'm standing
there in the middle of my room, and start from the beginning and go
slowly.

The nanosecond my eye collides (I wrote this before, google is trying
to trick me, I am SOOOO SORRY, please continue your posts, I'll be
silent after this) with the picture, I mean the EXACT NANOSECOND, this
booming voice of a 300 lb woman comes from down the hallway where there
has been a lot of commotion surrounding the man in the wheelchair, she
apparently didn't go to her room, and she shouts out in a humongous
(sp?) voice that surrounds me entirely,

"HE'S THE MOSHIACH!!!!!! HE'S THE MOSHIACH!!!!!!!!!!! HE'S THE
MOSHIACH!!!!!!!!!!!"

my best coincidence.

I just wanted everybody to know that. :)

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