Synopsis
Everything was exactly as I remembered. My personal surroundings were Universally intact. There sat I in my faded Stars & Stripes boxer shorts; cracked and faded Mickey Mouse T-shirt; Snoopy slippers - the hole my big toe poked through enlarging daily. My back was as bent and buckled as it had been since the Polio I had as a kid screwed me up into this ridiculous knotted wreckage of a body.