So I just came out of surgery, a tympanoplasty to be correct. And I honestly never had such a bad response to surgery before. I mean, I was alone and the last thing I could remember was being wheeled into the surgery prep room in UCLA. The anesthesiologist looked me over and made sure everything was fine and saw me distraught over the whole situation. He asked me, "who would you wish to be standing here at your side, holding your hand if they could?"
I lay there, drowsy and I mentioned my childhood best friend.
But you see, that was the problem. I cannot remember most of my childhood because of him. You see, he died and having lost someone