#9 – Byron3, or Fall’s End

What about her? Which one? That tiny one.  The cute little Hispanic girl. I'm not really sure.  I don't think she speaks English.  I haven't heard anyone else speak Spanish so I don't know that anyone else knows either. And him?  Where are his clothes? Oh Mike?  I guess he came in without clothes.  They… Continue reading #9 – Byron3, or Fall’s End


#6 – Byron2, or the nuthouse

I didn't know what to do.  I usually don't. What I should have done was the thing I did not do.  A simple phone call to the hospital would have probably end the phone calls at night. They say to go with your first instinct.  I'm not sure that I ever go with my first instinct.… Continue reading #6 – Byron2, or the nuthouse