“Your body won’t let you die, you idiot.”
And she was right. He didn’t hold out long, probably not even long enough for his face to turn a pretty shade of purple. He sucked in a deep breath that included a hearty dose of the previously exhaled cigarette smoke from her Pall Mall. He was coughing and she was laughing as she walked out of the room.
And now, just like then, Hippie’s desire to live took over.
Your body won’t let you die, you i***t.
A sudden and merciless convulsion seized him. It had all the earmarks of a good old fashioned d**g overdose except that this one was beneficial. His muscles tensed and before he knew it, he was flipping and falling hard on his chest. He hit so hard that blood rocketed from his mouth. The sound that belched up from his wounded middle would have ma
