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I stood on the corner waiting on the new one to pick me up.
She was a tiny little blonde girl with a tough New York accent.
I met her at a bar that we played at sometimes.
She was a waitress there.
She had a tight, streamline, little body and a strong face that was tough, but eyes that were wet and soft.
She had a nice insect shell.
Meanwhile, on the corner, I stood there and went insane.
I was still having the panic attacks and I was trying everything to contain them.
I always wanted control.
That was my problem.
That was the sickness and the solution.
That was the moment, the now, my life.
I had to take off the Superjesus costume and play human for awhile.
I needed to ride the bus.
I needed to bleed.
I wanted the little blonde to save me for just a night.
I needed to lose control to her.
To everything.
I waited and counted my breathing.
I breathe in...I calm my body.
I breath out..I calm my body.
The cars went by over and over in a blurry pattern and my mind spun around the moment and I tried to breathe and somewhere the little blonde drove hard and fast in the dizzy traffic to save me.