E. A. Koetting - staticfly.net

CHAPTER TWELVE
BANEFUL MAGICK
found a bone-marrow cancer spreading through the bones in his arms,
and had little hope of treating the cancer. Within weeks of being released
from jail on a bail-bond, his recklessness drove him into an automobile
accident which threw him headfirst through the windshield. Several
facial bones were shattered, distorting the shape of his face entirely
and requiring the best surgery that a perpetually unemployed drug
addict could afford, and several shards of glass were embedded beneath
his skin that could not be removed, leaving a few silver dollar-sized
blue discolorations on his face. The women that he once desired were
repulsed by him. The arms that he would use to beat his way through
life were killing him. His children were afraid to even look at him.
Most importantly, he was dying of a cancer that could not be reversed.
The cocaine that he once indulged in tangled his remaining days with
jail and probation orders, yet was perhaps the only thing that could
ease the unbearable pain of every life's moment. And today, he is dead,
to his wife, to his family, to his enemies and friends, and most of all, to
himself. Sing and dance, sing and dance, for our enemy is dead.
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