First let me describe myself, my name is mark, I am a pretty wealthy 26 year old. I have the typical blond hair blue eyed surfer boy build. I work out three times a week like clock work, the rest of the time I work at Home Depot as a store manager. I make pretty good money, but most of my money came from my grand father who I had several stocks that he had for years and are now worth millions. Now I say I am wealthy, but I choose to live my life in cognateo, nobody knows about my money everyone assumes that I live off my BI-weekly salary from my Home Depot. ***
There I was sitting on the on ramp to I-285 South in the middle of rush hour. I was freezing cold the engine had not even warmed up enough for the ice cold air blowing on my face to even start getting warm. I sit there watching how people are just going crazy, honking at each other and barging themselves in and out of traffic, just so the can watch there speedometer rise from 10 mph to 15 mph for a half second, but then again that is the usual here in Atlanta. Finally the heat starts warming up as I watch time fly by, I have been stuck in the same spot on the on-ramp for 20 minutes. So I get comfortable and watch people get so filled with rage, you would think there eyes would just pop out of there head. Finally somebody is nice enough to let me in and I start flowing with traffic at 10 mph.
While I am creeping along my cellphone rings, it is my ex partner name Eric who basically mooched off me the entire 2 years we were living together. so I answer the phone figuring at least it will give me something to do, he starts going on and on how his mom (who hated me as much as I hated her) say she cant afford to support him that he needs to get a job, or move back in with me. As I am telling him there is no fucking way he is setting one foot inside my house, at that moment a red BMW convertible comes screeching behind me, it slammed so hard into rear bumper that my airbags deployed and my head hit the windshield. The phone flew somewhere which is just as well, Eric can kiss my ass and go to hell. After that, all I remember is pain and then darkness.
I woke up to the sound of an annoying beep, beep, etc. I look around this small private room that has a TV hanging on the wall, and a calendar saying today is Wednesday, Feb. 12, 2005. By now I had already figured out that I was in a private hospital room. So I find the doo hickey to page a nurse. When the nurse walked in, she brought a chart in with her. She stated that her name was Tracy and that she is on duty until 11 PM that night. Tracy asked how I was feeling, and I told her that I had a major headache. she informed that I had a concussion from hitting the car accident. She informed me that I had been unconscious for 3 days and was surprised with the type and severity of my injury that I was awake this soon. she said she would get me some pain meds and I male nurse to give me a sponge bath.
About 30 minutes later, the most gorgeous man I ever saw walked in my room with a bucket of steaming water in his hands. I thought I dies and gone to heaven. but his electrical touch brought me back to my senses. He introduced himself as Thomas, and that he will be my orderly 6 hours a day for the next week.
For the next week, thomas and i got to really get to know eachother and become very good friends, we decided that we were going to continue this relationship after my discharge. So when my discharge came, we was waiting for me outside to give me a ride home.
Well, that is it for now. I have another story on nifty in the beginnings section called Day Out On The Town. Please email all comments to lilbearshadows03@gmail.com.