I have to live every minute ♫
As if you were mine ♫
I am approaching my limit ♫
And I'm out of time ♫
EZRA: I have to live ev'ry hmm hmm ♫
Bah dah da da ♫
finger drumming
This light is so fucking loooong
Finally.
That was "Every Minute" by Slip off Tuesday.
You are listening to the Sad Punk Hour on Huckleberry Community Radio 89.7 FM.
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HONK HONK HOOOOONK
CRASH
TRUCK DRIVER: Oh my god!
Holy shit!
Uhh, fuck, uhh
dial tone
Do not hang up. A dispatcher will answer your call shortly. Please stay on-
oh my god
I'm going to jail
-if you are not in immediate danger, please-
DISPATCHER: This is 911, what's your e erg n y?
TRU K DR VER: Uhh, shit, I m n uh, Cr ng an d Th i r St r ee e
ee e e
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... Ezra ... Ezra ... Ezra ...
... Come ... Home ... Come ... Home ...
... Shit ... No ...
... I'm so ... bad at this ...
... Boss is gonna ... kill me ...
GASP
EZRA: Oh shit, I'm alive!
Hello? Nurse?
Doctor?
Anyone?
Damn.
What an asshole, wasn't even looking.
I don't feel a thing. They must have loaded me up with painkillers or something.
And now I'm talking to myself.
NURSE: So, has he been identified yet?
EZRA: She, actually. Are you my nurse?
OFFICER: Nothing yet. Only been a few hours though. Sometimes it takes a while to turn up.
NURSE: Well, I can't file any paperwork until he's identified. Just-
EZRA: Hey
NURSE: -let someone on staff know whenever you're able. We're gonna move the body to-
EZRA: Excuse me
NURSE: -the morgue.
OFFICER: Of course. I'm going to head back to the station, someone will call you when we know for sure.
NURSE: Thank you for your help.
.
EZRA: Fuck.
I am not alive.