Red Light District?
So I just found out today that there is a difference between Pages and Posts…
Here is a Page I meant to be a post for Oct. 4th
So there is this building in the middle of Marquette that is always glowing red, and open all hours of the night. As much as I try to fight it, it would seem that I have become sort of a regular there.
I’ll share with you this one piece of info, it is not the place to go if you want to keep your wallet full.
So anyway, I go to this place about once a month and always seem to go in feeling like junk and come out hoped up on some weird drug after having needles driven deep into my veins.
The women are always dressed like nurses and tell you they’re going to make you feel so much better…
This place of course, is the Marquette General Level II Trauma Center.
I have no Idea why every time I go into that place I feel like I’m walking into a brothel, maybe it’s because I know I’m going to get screwed and I always end up paying out the butt for something that wasn’t that great.
I really just don’t get how some place could be so depressing. I’m the one that goes in there hardly able to move, and yet it always seems like I’m in a much chipper mood than any of the employees.
I realize it’s hard to be in the medical field but some times you just have to stop giving each other rectal exams, pull those stethoscopes out of your colon, and enjoy the morons that hurt them selves doing stupid stuff…
Like Me!
So besides being crippled…
Again…
And being so depressed that I can’t walk…
Again…
And still out side the fact that I have to ride around in those rascals things for fat and/or old people in super markets…
Again…
I wish I was scraping my tongue with broken glass
Because…
After all it is better than not being able to walk, work, or do anything of any use to anyone
I’d say things are looking up.
Saturday 10/3/08 gets a 8.5 from me.
Maybe it was Friday, I can’t think hopped up on Hydrocodone.
