Normal:
Almost 11 years ago, I was hospitalized with a (yet another) near-death experience. Didn’t know what was wrong with me. Taurus ER doctor, didn’t transfuse me although that was the apparent solution. Would’ve made me blow up.
Ten days there, another week in Dallas, and the rest is behind me now. I’m back, I’m bad. I’m nationwide. Still can’t sing. Not a problem. Can’t dance, either.
Heard from the doctor, as I went in for a specialist’s opinion.
Verdict?
I’m normal.
What he said.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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You? Normal?? hahahahahahahahahahahhhhhhh
Glad you didn’t croak. Strong heart, healthy mind, beautiful soul. (OK, so I’m a bit over the top. Deal with it).