At 17 years old, I called an ambulance... In the end, I have no idea why.
But I was having a lot of pain in my mouth, a lot of pain.. around midnight.
No doctors around, nowhere, obviously at midnight, except for emergencies at the hospital.
After I was told that there is nothing the hospital can do about it, but prescribe some pain pills.
I requested out of the ambulance to head back into the house.
They said that because I was under 18, Im not allowed out of the ambulance that I have to go to the hospital.
So I grabbed up the EMS and beat the sh!t out of her... and kicked open the ambulance door, almost taking it clean off the frame.
Then when I left, the Ambulance took off without me, so I ran inside the house and changed clothes and shaved, and shaved my head and put on a wig, and I wore special shoes with those thick soles to make me
look taller, and I wore my dad's jeans and a pair of reading glasses.
And I varied the route that I took, to Philadelphia's "Erie Torresdale" EL stop, and I went from there, to NJ Transit at the 8th street EL stop... and I spent the next 4 months with my sister.
I pedaled my way, mainly through alleyways and back driveways on my bicycle to get to the EL stop, I was there, within a minute.. literally.
On the NJ transit bus, I took off the glasses and the wig, and put on a ski mask, and covered my face with a army hat and slept on the back of the bus, all the way to NJ.
4 months later, after I turned 18... I went back home.
When I got back home, I badly needed a dentist, it turns out... they had to pull the same tooth that was hurting before, because it was broken all the way down
But I was having a lot of pain in my mouth, a lot of pain.. around midnight.
No doctors around, nowhere, obviously at midnight, except for emergencies at the hospital.
After I was told that there is nothing the hospital can do about it, but prescribe some pain pills.
I requested out of the ambulance to head back into the house.
They said that because I was under 18, Im not allowed out of the ambulance that I have to go to the hospital.
So I grabbed up the EMS and beat the sh!t out of her... and kicked open the ambulance door, almost taking it clean off the frame.
Then when I left, the Ambulance took off without me, so I ran inside the house and changed clothes and shaved, and shaved my head and put on a wig, and I wore special shoes with those thick soles to make me
look taller, and I wore my dad's jeans and a pair of reading glasses.
And I varied the route that I took, to Philadelphia's "Erie Torresdale" EL stop, and I went from there, to NJ Transit at the 8th street EL stop... and I spent the next 4 months with my sister.
I pedaled my way, mainly through alleyways and back driveways on my bicycle to get to the EL stop, I was there, within a minute.. literally.
On the NJ transit bus, I took off the glasses and the wig, and put on a ski mask, and covered my face with a army hat and slept on the back of the bus, all the way to NJ.
4 months later, after I turned 18... I went back home.
When I got back home, I badly needed a dentist, it turns out... they had to pull the same tooth that was hurting before, because it was broken all the way down
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