cliches
raze
i
was
a
little
late
.
it
didn't
matter
much
.
i
would
have
had
to
wait
anyway
.
an
old
man
with
bad
carpal
tunnel
and
half
his
hearing
gone
was
in
the
next
room
.
my
ears
work
just
fine
.
they
let
me
have
a
few
pieces
of
a
conversation
i
wasn't
a
part
of
.
the
man
was
in
the
air
force
.
stretch
your
fingers
out
for
a
second
.
limited
range
of
motion
.
we'll
know
pretty
soon
one
way
or
the
other
.
when
it
was
my
turn
,
doug
sat
down
and
lanced
my
right
arm
with
light
.
"
it's
a
lot
better
,"
he
said
.
"
you
can
feel
that
?"
"
yeah
.
it's
still
there
.
but
the
muscle
isn't
as
ropey
as
it
was
when
you
first
came
in
."
"
you
told
me
something
the
last
time
i
saw
you
,"
i
said
. "
about
how
we
weren't
made
to
go
through
life
without
carrying
some
amount
of
pain
.
that
stuck
with
me
."
he
stopped
what
he
was
doing
and
let
his
eyes
lock
onto
mine
.
"
i'll
tell
you
something
else
,"
he
said
. "
we're
not
meant
to
live
forever
."
it
hit
me
like
a
cold
fist
in
the
throat
.
some
cliches
earned
their
stripes
by
dint
of
being
true
.
i
know
you
know
it
too
.
221005
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from