He was a singer not a doctor, a songwriter not a healer. He didn't know the first thing about treating the mangled. More and more traffic whizzed by. The snow had started up again and man he'd never noticed how rockingly gorgeous falling snow could be, all twinkly and sparkly and super-cool. No, he decided firmly, I am not going back.
Life is all foreplay and no climax.
Let this spirit that I now am be pulled into the outer darkness. I am not returning to the worldly realm. I could be in a full-body cast for months for all I know. I could be paralyzed . I ain't no hero.