This is a short, lighthearted rhyme about the agonies of potty training a toddler.

February 3, 2009.

About four years ago, I had surgery on my back. The reason being I hade a non cancerous fatty toumor called lyphoma. While the doctors were removing the toumor, he hit one of the nerves in my spinal cord, the result was i’m not able to feel my whole left leg from the thigh down. About a year after that I had to get another surgery on my foot because I couldnt feel it, it started to go crooked to the point where I was walking on my ankle. So after I had that surgery I was put into a.

A tale of the grotesque horror of human nature. Different decisions are made when your having a bad day. The unnamed character in this story is having a bad day and is making a terrible choice at dealing with it; leading him to his monstrous side.

Poem about scars.

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During a nice vacation in Gran Canaria reef diving near a beach goes terribly wrong. My own personal experience, near death experience. I used this as a peice of creative writing and it turned out very nice. True story.

SEE WHAT HAPPEN WHEN YOU DRIVE DRUNK.

I found that everyone thinks if you remember someone after they die you are unhealthy. How could your memories be a sickness. I choose not to move on because my son did live and he still does.