something about a man named phineas.
something about a rod being shoved through his brain.
something about this changing his personality.
something about the way this exact thing happened to my dad.
minus the rod.
minus the harrowing injury.
instead it was a tumor the size of an orange.
i cried for my dad at the dinner table at christmas.
and i wished that someday i'll be able to feel his presence.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
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