SV's side of the story

"I looked at this very well documented blog and think it should be published. I also want to apologize for not being there for you. I remember pieces of it. I was in plenty of hospitals at the time too. Losing my mind trying to not punch Sanford Brown nurses in the face and learning how to change pee bags. I was constantly around flammable oxygen tanks listening to him say hey, give me a cigarette. I spent many days driving him around the city so he could see it one last time trying not to blow up. Everyday was like go to work, go to hospital, find a bar. My sister only came to visit twice and my brother wore mossy oak camo to the funeral. I had to pay strangers to help me clean out his house because they were so useless. I try to block it out. All I did after was watch the video projector on my new couch and drink white wine. Maybe that is why my writing never makes much since, oh well alcohol only kills the weak brain cells. It was a good idea to move to boring ass South Hampton to get a change of scenery, I have learned to enjoy the buddy walks. I am slowly starting regain consciousnesses. When Joe moves out I think I am turning his room into a herb and orchid laboratory. Those glass brinks are like a huge magnifying glass for sun light. You could take a nap in there and wake up with a tan."