“I’ve seen the lights go out on Broadway” clearly resounded in my ears, even though there wasn’t a tune playing anywhere. My mind, for a second it seemed, thought of my daughter in what used to be Lake Forest CA. She liked Billy Joel. Had six or seven of his albums, and I was wondering if this was the song playing when she fell into the ocean? But it was what was playing in my head as it exploded from the butt of a rifle, and I watched the lights go out on Broadway…all the way into unconsciousness.
My head was throbbing and there was an extra level of tinnitus in the left ear. Between the higher pitched shrill and the roar of the throb, they seemed to complement each other, like the ocean waves reaching in and then back out again. But this was no serenade, it was agony along with pain, mixing it up like MMA fighters grappling for the take down hold. My eyes still couldn’t focus as they seemed a bit teary, and it was dark here. Where ever here is, it was a dark place.
The floor was cool and felt like concrete under my laid out body. I tried rolling my body to either side, but was pretty certain it didn’t move. However, the pain in my head swayed from side to side, splashing itself across my skull from temple to temple. Tears swelled up in my eyes once again, yet the darkness felt softer than I had remembered before.
The next time I saw light, it was shining into my eyes, back and forth, one at a time. I tried to see beyond the light but only blurred outlines and shadows were faintly visible. The audio started to phase back to me, and I could hear one say to the other with the light, “damnit Todd, I told you, you hit him too hard. Now we got a cripple or a dying man. What could be worse?” And as the words washed over me I realized I could not move any part of my body. I could not even feel most of it. Was I feeling this? I exhaled heavily from my nostrils to sense the breeze past my face and flow down my chest. I thought I was moving my eyebrows and gaining directional control of my eyes, but nothing completely in focus yet. But my toes were not there. Or my feet or my ankles. Nor my knees or my thighs. I did know I felt my head and my tailbone, and the tingling numbness which flows through a sleeping limb session. But the numbness only rolled around my hips and faded away down my tailbone. Nothing below my tailbone was evident to sense, front or back, and for a sad moment, I felt like less than half a man. My eyes closed and the loss overwhelmed me, and I began rocking my head forward, or up and down, never sensing any movement. I furrowed my brow and opened my eyes as wide as I could force them…”holy shit Todd, you see that guy?!”