You don’t know me but, I’m stuck in a wheelchair. Ever since the inebriated Nissan had shattered both my legs, I had been suffering my whole life. The medicos had to rush me to the hospital or I would drain all of my blood. Two days later, the Doc confronted me and my parents. He verbally expressed I can’t ambulate for the rest of my life. My mother busted into tears and my Dad collapsed to his knees. A few months pass, and I’m living a life without legs in my house in Florida. I’m now preponderant, but every night, I auricularly discern my mother weep in her room, and they mumble prayers. But now, you’ve remedied me. I got out of my wheelchair just to shut off your semi-literate, cancerous, germ-spewing music.