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gives you hell.
because that's the last song He heard on the radio.
He was good-looking, rich and cocky, and his friends weren't much different. the party: friends. booze. music. what could be better? car surfing. at 16, i'm sure he felt nothing could touch him. but the pavement did. he lay in the driveway in a pool of blood from his head. his friends carried him into the garage, layed him on the floor, closed the garage door, and went back to the party. afraid they would get into trouble they did nothing. for 'hours' they did nothing.
He has traumatic brain injury. He is still good-looking, and the sweetest guy you'll ever meet. He has no peripheral vision, has difficulty walking most of the time, and has anterograde and some retrograde amnesia. He forgets anything new in less than a couple of minutes. He can barely remember his childhood. however, he does remember that night, he remembers our names and faces and he remembers music. he hears a song for the first time and will remember it and sing it. it's incredible. he can't remember what he put into his mouth a minute ago, but he remembers a song. something about music.
whenever i feel sorry for myself, i think of him. then i feel like a shit. then i listen to music.
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