boom came to my hospital room after my horrendous car wreck as i lay recovering from a broken jaw. my mother was there when he arrived, sports magazines clutched in his massive paw. boom was an ex vikings linebacker, big, solid and hard as nails. he was a bouncer in one of the gin mills i frequented in those days.
"here. these are for you," he mumbled, pushing the pulp into my lap. "you need anything, you call boom. hear."
with that he retreated.
like some of my other guests he frightened my ma.
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