Read it twice and I'm still completely confused. First it seems the narrator has a serious self-esteem/guilt problem. Watching the West Wing while driving??? Really? Do they do that? Then the scotch. Still he wants to give back, wants to help the world.
So he succeeds in getting the Care Card out there.
Then he bleeds to death. (the crimson). WTF? love xo (wrote this twice, deleted it once, but b_b wants me to post my comments, not delete them...)
I'm glad you didn't delete this. I think the idea was that he didn't get credit for the thing he created. It was a stream of consciousness thing. Just an exercise to write as fast as I could. He doesn't bleed to death, the crimson is what I'd imagine takes over your field of vision when you suffocate. There's a lot of me in this, except for the part where the guy is suicidal. -Had to add some drama :-) edit: I'm not much of a writer but I'd like to keep trying my hand at it. I feel like it's a nice creative outlet when I can't grab a guitar and record.
No, I'm a Michigander living in North Carolina.