:: A Vagrant's Story ::

"Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn."
~Matthew Arnold, Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (85-88)

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:: Sunday, July 27, 2003 ::

I just came back from visiting Kevin.
He's acting strange.
He's stuck in some sorta trance. I suppose that happens when you're
stuck in bed, alone for a week, while in pain. He was...mellow...for a lack of better words.

He seemed better, but I'm not sure.
His follow up operation seemed to have brought him around.
Kevin's been resting for a couple of days now.

I asked him how he was doing and he said something along the lines of
"I wonder just why I lay here to rise and bleed and die in fall..."
(yes, he can speak, sorta.)

"Don't worry, I'll pray for you," I said.
Kevin said "er...thanks...I think..."
You should have seen his face. ;o)
He tried to smile but couldn't because of the pain.

And what's this? The tagboard has been up for almost a week and nobody has done anything!
Oh well, my condolences to Kevin.

He'll kill me when he sees I posted in his blog, but I don't think it matters anymore.
I see that he has nothing to lose. cause he had nothing in the first place.

Good night.

~TheRedHunt01

:: Kevin 9:37 PM [+] ::
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