[Explicit Content] "God Doesn't Make The World This Way...We Do." in Elephant Architecture

That stupid cunt did it. Please excuse my venting, but that stupid cunt put him in an early grave. Why do I know? Because I was there. I felt her wrath to. She envied his position.

Walt growled when he walked in. First, I thought it was some sort of a “manly” thing he did. That man growled and huffed his way into work every night. Until one night he couldn’t. We wheeled him up in a wheelchair. Walt. My friend. He couldn’t breath. An ex-smoker in breathing therapy. I REALLY liked Walt. He made that Ward tolerable. We were all buddies under Walt. At first I was angry that I was doing his job for him, but later, through word of mouth I heard he couldn’t breath and that’s where the growling came from. Ole Walt, is what I called him. He’d show up and put the best action flicks on and nap if he was tired. I’m upset. Walt was the American Dream. We gathered and did our best. No. I’m really upset. It was like my grandfathers serving in the Navy and occupying a ship by a good natured sailer I had the privilege to work under. Walt was one of us. He came to work and made it like a Living Room you’d want be in. We yelled at each other and fought sometimes but we always loved coming into work. Walt would man you up for a bit and then put on a good flick. He’d let me leave early on the days I had to make it to class. You could yell back at him at those intense moments like a man and he’d respect you for it. You just have to find a common ground with people.

A few weeks before he took medical leave the Nurse was pissing me off. She was insisting that I spend time in the bubble when Walt and I already had things worked out. I came up front and said, “We all die alone so why does it matter?” Walt didn’t miss any beat and took it to heart. He quit a few weeks later, and passed away a few months later.

It’s the moments I had with Walt that give being an American prestige. He was from the other side of the tracks of Atlanta that my Aunt and Uncle live in. But, it’s the moments like serving in the same military that make the moments matter. Walt was a Navy man whether or not he ever actually signed up. We were both navigating shifts. Some days he forget to chart the weights of the patients and I would look the other way, because we were both in the same boat.

Walt had the best sense of style especially when it came to movies and films. Walt would let me sleep on duty during those times I was especially getting me ass kicked in classes, and I would let him sleep deep and glorious sleep on the night’s i could feel that he really needed sleep around friends.

Last updated March 25, 2024