Chapter 5: Locked In
So, I took the codeine. It was, as I had anticipated, okay for the pain—somewhat. That is, it only reduced the pain, it did not rescue me entirely from it. And there was no bliss, no floating. Furthermore, my mental state became unpleasant; my thoughts became gnarly: both highly confusing and negative. I found myself going over again and again what I had undergone in that parking lot. And this time there was anger aplenty for everyone, not just myself.
Most especially, I was resentful—furiously so—at Orestes, the man who had initiated everything. He had, it was now obvious, deliberately lured me into the parking lot. I tried to remember, for I couldn’t quite, how Orestes had done that; he must have said, or done something, for I remember defying the order of a gym st
