Post by dustinrenegade on Jan 16, 2008 18:28:34 GMT -5
My neighbors have been very loud for the passed 6 days, I've heard enough to make me mad. Apparently the young daughter of 17 managed to get pregnant 8 1/2 months ago and she had a baby nearly 6 days ago, if thats not enough she was a severe crack addict so the baby is a crack baby. I've heard the cries and yells for to long. I've decided to go down to the hospital to see this baby.
Jan 8 5:13: I arrive at the hospital, walk in and walk to the lady at the desk, she was very pretty, she had red hair that was in a bun and she had big green eyes and her name tag said Raylinn.
"Hello mam, I know it may be much to ask but my neighbor had a baby not to long ago she had a baby...it was a crack baby and I was hoping that I could see what exactly that was..."
"Sir, we are allowed to show you but its a very sad thing, these babies don't live long, they are sick, they cry because they are in pain"
"I know but I feel that it is important that I see it."
"If you feel so, then I will take you. Just have a seat and I'll be their in just a sec."
I walk and sit down in the waiting room, their are families walking around waiting anxiously for the birth of their new child and others who are very tired from waiting so long. I picked up a magazine, what are the odds...its a WFWF magazine...I skim through...seeing titles like, "Champs dreams maybe cut short at superbrawl", and "Moneyshot or long-shot" then the one that made me so mad I couldn't take it..."Wez, the blast from the past" of course I must read it, it the stupid ass challenger I am to face next week.
"Wez, an old WFWF'er making his way back to prove he's no has been. Though a successful tag team and the first cruiser weight champion he hasn't left much behind to be credited so he's made his way back to make himself a bigger name than Z-Master possibly. He's also a definite possibility for a good comeback...."
I couldn't read much more it was agitating me to know that their talking up a washed up has-been, he's nothing but the past, I'm the future thats all that matters.
5:20: she finally came up to me...
"OK sir, lets get on our way."
I get up and we walk towards the immediate stair and begin to walk up them...
"So sir what is your name?"
"My name is Vinson...Evorett."
"Oh thats cool, my names Raylinn if you couldn't tell..."
once we got to top of the stairs, floor 3 we turned and about 50 feet to the elevator.
"Well Vinson, this is gonna be one terrible sight, I know it had me disturbed for weeks and even after 4 years it still makes me a bit shaky."
"Well, I've heard to many things to not want to see this....its just weird."
The doors open and we walk in, she presses the button for the 10th floor, as we go up she was already in tears.
"Raylinn whats wrong?"
"You'll see, you'll see...its just terrible...just terrible."
5:13: Once the elevator stops I can already hear the screams of small babies...I'm already having second thoughts....
"OK Vinson are you looking for any particular baby? or just any?"
"Well I would prefer to see the one thats mothers name is Jessica Crawford..."
5:21: We walk to a room that has many babies, we walk in, the sight sickens me...the babies we're so skinny and their skin is scratched from scratching them selfs they we're wired to heart moniters...Raylinn points to a baby that has J. Crawford...his name is James Crawford...He might not live to see the out side world...I walk up to and look at it and seemed as though there was no other sound but him, his heart monitor and my breath...everything was centered around him...I stood there for the longest time but it seemed like no time and there was a point where he stopped crying and just looked at me...and then his pain rejoined him and as though my life was to have this terrible moment burned into my life for ever...his heart monitor began to beep faster than ever and as I stood there his heart monitor flatlined...Nurses come in knowing they can't do anything but the idea was what counted I guess...
Jan:10 3:30: I am standing at the grave sight of James Crawford the boy who died while I was there... the boy who never say the outside...the boy...the boy...my lost son...
Jan 8 5:13: I arrive at the hospital, walk in and walk to the lady at the desk, she was very pretty, she had red hair that was in a bun and she had big green eyes and her name tag said Raylinn.
"Hello mam, I know it may be much to ask but my neighbor had a baby not to long ago she had a baby...it was a crack baby and I was hoping that I could see what exactly that was..."
"Sir, we are allowed to show you but its a very sad thing, these babies don't live long, they are sick, they cry because they are in pain"
"I know but I feel that it is important that I see it."
"If you feel so, then I will take you. Just have a seat and I'll be their in just a sec."
I walk and sit down in the waiting room, their are families walking around waiting anxiously for the birth of their new child and others who are very tired from waiting so long. I picked up a magazine, what are the odds...its a WFWF magazine...I skim through...seeing titles like, "Champs dreams maybe cut short at superbrawl", and "Moneyshot or long-shot" then the one that made me so mad I couldn't take it..."Wez, the blast from the past" of course I must read it, it the stupid ass challenger I am to face next week.
"Wez, an old WFWF'er making his way back to prove he's no has been. Though a successful tag team and the first cruiser weight champion he hasn't left much behind to be credited so he's made his way back to make himself a bigger name than Z-Master possibly. He's also a definite possibility for a good comeback...."
I couldn't read much more it was agitating me to know that their talking up a washed up has-been, he's nothing but the past, I'm the future thats all that matters.
5:20: she finally came up to me...
"OK sir, lets get on our way."
I get up and we walk towards the immediate stair and begin to walk up them...
"So sir what is your name?"
"My name is Vinson...Evorett."
"Oh thats cool, my names Raylinn if you couldn't tell..."
once we got to top of the stairs, floor 3 we turned and about 50 feet to the elevator.
"Well Vinson, this is gonna be one terrible sight, I know it had me disturbed for weeks and even after 4 years it still makes me a bit shaky."
"Well, I've heard to many things to not want to see this....its just weird."
The doors open and we walk in, she presses the button for the 10th floor, as we go up she was already in tears.
"Raylinn whats wrong?"
"You'll see, you'll see...its just terrible...just terrible."
5:13: Once the elevator stops I can already hear the screams of small babies...I'm already having second thoughts....
"OK Vinson are you looking for any particular baby? or just any?"
"Well I would prefer to see the one thats mothers name is Jessica Crawford..."
5:21: We walk to a room that has many babies, we walk in, the sight sickens me...the babies we're so skinny and their skin is scratched from scratching them selfs they we're wired to heart moniters...Raylinn points to a baby that has J. Crawford...his name is James Crawford...He might not live to see the out side world...I walk up to and look at it and seemed as though there was no other sound but him, his heart monitor and my breath...everything was centered around him...I stood there for the longest time but it seemed like no time and there was a point where he stopped crying and just looked at me...and then his pain rejoined him and as though my life was to have this terrible moment burned into my life for ever...his heart monitor began to beep faster than ever and as I stood there his heart monitor flatlined...Nurses come in knowing they can't do anything but the idea was what counted I guess...
Jan:10 3:30: I am standing at the grave sight of James Crawford the boy who died while I was there... the boy who never say the outside...the boy...the boy...my lost son...