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Jimmy couldn’t clear his mind. The more he tried, the more the fog set in. It was like a living creature, taking over, invading and obscuring his thoughts. He tried doctors. No help. He tried herbal tea. No help. He tried visiting a massage therapist, but all she wanted was extra money to touch his buttocks. That helped a little, but not with the fog. Eventually, he realized that it would be something he’d simply have to live with, and if it would spell the death of him, then it would spell the death of him.

Posted By Eric Garcia On 07.01.2008 @ 7:16 am