Lemme tell you about Jeffrey, right?
7'8" tall.
Jet hair, hands and feet like tennis rackets. Pair of eyes that would smother you in molten gold. A tailored suit, and a smile that could win awards. (He actually did win awards for being so attractive. It became annoying.) Super annoying.
"You're getting a prize for being tall? Again?
So, after about a dozen years, he was on this oyster kick. Eating them like I eat Haribo. it was gross.
One morning (eew) he put one of my best knives straight through a bad oyster (grossness gets more gross) and right down to the bone in his left index finger.
Lot of blood.
I got him into the car immedaitely and took him to the hospital.
Dilaudid.
They gave him dilaudid.
I'm a big fan of the stuff, myself. In very carefully medically supervised situations.
