The music in 1973 was transcending. With a little help it could take a soul far away from the burdens of reality, with a little help of course. And that help took the form of our hot distrative friend Miss Mary Jane. Miss Jane was a hot little skinny illegal thing that would come around from time to time. I didn't like her much because I would be ignored a lot and that ment not a lot of attention no matter what I did or how loud I cried. Mom would just sit there laughing it up with her friends with that funny smell in the air. My diaper was starting to get heavy after a while and started to bother me so I tried to let her know.
I don't think her guy friend liked me so much because he kept pinching my leg which made me cry. Then his cigarette ashes kept falling on me burning me, making me cry more, so he put me down. I crawled off sulking, hiding behind the couch crying.
I crawled behind the couch pushing past the piles of clothes that mom needed to take to the laudromate and an old barely working vacuum cleaner someone had given us and squeezed into the only safe area left in the appartment for me. It was safe from anyone who would try to pinch me, or trip on me, safe from everything, I always slept here.
I could feel the cord of the vacuum cleaner with my toes. The cord of the vacuum cleaner was along side me on the floor behind the couch. I was playing with it with my feet. Tracing it. Following the old long braided cord to the wall socket where it was plugged in. It felt neat, cool to the touch, soothing, the feel of the braid was different on my sensitive feet. I was told I had monkey toes, the way I would play with things with my toes. I was getting sleepy, playing with the cord, my arms all curled up under my head. My feet finally stopped fidgeting with the cord and layed peacefully on the floor and my eyes began to twitch in REM sleep soon after.
Drip
CRACK!
Darkness
The lights flickered back on. 
"Somebody helpme, mmmy son's dead!", I heard my mom scream from a strange tingly feeling place. I didn't like it, so I tried following her voice back home. "Wake up, oh God wake up. He's so blue! His mouth is melted shut and his eyes are rolled back! What do I do! She screamed.
I continued to follow her voice.
Somthing said, "This way."
Instinctively I followed and naturally I opened my eyes, I hurt everwhere, I was on fire, and my head felt like it had exploded. Something was different.