Phillyish child-ish

A wave of panic descended upon me when I realized my doll Thomas, a paraplegic confined to a wheelchair, was forgotten on the platform as the torque of the engine began to tear us apart.  Green froish hair, Ernie type orange complexion, button for a heart my precious Thomas. Meanwhile my self-indulgent parentals are obnoxiously reciting the stations as we pass them: paoli, daylesford, tredyfferin, raddford.  Repetitive ramblings that might suffice to pacify the spineless grownups staring out their windows dead to all feeling but not I, not I goddamnit!

It was a warm August afternoon, late afternoon if I recollect correctly, and it was just Thomas and I riding side-by-side in my fresh to death Lambo: power wheel addition.  We had just finished watching a glorious episode of the delightfully bucolic yet oddly arcane 'Saladfingers'.  Having dropped a few tabs each of some LSD my astute partner Thomas had procured from some fellow referred to solely as 'Dat nigga' in hindsight a leisurely drive through the country was perhaps not the best of decisions, but goddamnit Thomas and I lived life  to the limit and liked it a lot.

Speeding down Old Yellowsprings past the old monied aristocracy that had so resolutely guided our once proud nation down the road of individual exploitation and voluntary indentured servitude, I video gamed my Lambo into 5th gear and really laid into the upcoming corner: the rest, as the expression goes, is history.  Rolling three times we were both damned lucky not to have died; two compound fractures in both femurs coming within a hairs length of puncturing the femoral artery, a few bruises on the old baby face and a dislocated pinky finger were the extent of my injuries.

Thomas on the other hand, suffice it to say, was not quite as lucky.  Face down in the bushes next to a gurgling brooke gasping for breath; according to one of the first paramedics to respond to the scene he was mumbling utter gibberish: something to the effect of "Atum-re must be stopped!" "Osiris" Spaghetti".  Total and utter nonsense is how my parents interpreted it.

To be continued...