++ January 5th 1997 8 00pm #blender mass murderer(ice) No fancy font no colorful lettering Just poetry The doctor said to wait For me 3 weeks was enough Can my shoulder be healed by the big tournament This medical shit is confusing stuff I dont give a shit I step out on the mat Hungry Haven t eaten all week Had to suck 3 pounds on this body there is no fat Second period I fell to my back Had a moment of pain Oh fuck I heard my shoulder crack Feeling too much pain couldn t move a bit Thinking about only my health Fuck suing This isn t no Radman shit Loaded up on the stretcher blanket over my thighs I approach the ambulance While getting loaded in I ask myself Why Why could I be so stupid Why couldn t I wait Looking out the ambulance rear window Spotted McDonalds Man I gotta eat Took 5 minutes till we reached the E R Was strolled right into room 203 Took a few seconds It wasn t far Doctor tells me I dislocated my shoulder This shit is painful Im wishing this day was over The doctor injects some Demerol into my leg Feeling the pain lessen and lessen Thinking about last weekend The stripper the keg A few minutes later the doctor injects an IV He took out needles filled with morphine As it flowed through the tube Black was all i began to see Woke up 10 minutes later hours before i was expected My shoulder was back in place Doctor fixed it while I was asleep made it alot less hectic My parents arrived I got slinged up and I left The ride home I realized the mistake I made From the moment I woke up that day the first breath - this poem is based off real facts obtained from an incident on Jan 4th 1997 Located at Locust Valley Wrestling Tournament in New York