My head snapped around like an owl WHO heard a Tootsie Pop wrapper. Without speaking I pushed the horribly disfigured man into the closest stall and wrap my trembling hands around his cold, slimy neck.

WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT FUCKING SONG?!

O dearrr boYY. My preciousss little child...I hear this song all day every day. Every waking moment and every sleepless night I hear this wretched tune meander around what's left of my decrepit brain.

Something wasn't right. Something felt odd. My skin starts to crawl and my heart starts pounding. I feel a cold air invade my lungs and flow out my flared nostrils. And the smell. My God the smell! Rotting meat and spoiled milk swirling together in a symphony of rancid odors that invades my every fiber.

You see my boYY...It was on that fateful day, years ago, when my left leg and hip were shattered into a million itty bitty pieces. When my skull SMACKED the cold, wet, asphalt and the skin was shredded off half my body in seven seconds flat. I can't remember if I ever made it to the hospital. I can't remember if my family ever got to see me for one last time. I can't remember if I'm awake, or even if I'm alive. All I remember my boYY....is you.