Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe. I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life. You can bet your bottom biscuit. You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up). Dying Diaries #6
He wont talk to me about it. Just a few grumbled comments about how it was not possible and lets leave it at that. He fears the result of saying it out loud. Like to speak it would be to acknowledge it as fact, as an event. It was his heart. A heart attack. A nasty one. Put his lights out, nearly lost his life. Actually was clinically dead for a few minutes. He was taken to emergency and rushed into surgery immediately. She told me this, he wasn’t exactly lucid at this point. They lost the pulse while they were opening him up. A tense few minutes before he was stabilised. The surgery was a success and he was taken into the room we are in now. I ask again. What happened in there? He keeps mumbling to himself and shaking his head. Cant figure out how he could know exactly what happened. How he seemed to be watching the surgery from the ceiling. How he yelled and yelled to the doctors and nobody answered him. I saw myself there, how is that possible? Actually it is possible, there have been many cases of… I don’t want to talk about it. Its not possible. I wont have any of it. Get me some water. Is the cricket on?