~~~CAIRO~~~
I’m sitting on the gravel floor that’s murdering my knees, smelling incense that’s giving me a headache, while some guy in a robe tells me to 'find my center and breathe’.
My center is currently in a shitty California hospital being harassed by a prick! I don't need to breathe, I need a needle and a vein. NOW.
My calves are literally cramping and my back is stiff.
As if that isn't enough, there’s a bug. A tiny, insignificant, green-winged piece of s**t crawling up my neck.
I want to swat it. I want to crush it into the gravel.
But every time I even twitch a muscle, the old monk at the gate cracks one eye open like he’s got a sixth sense for my impatience.
“Stillness, Cairo,” the old man whispers.
“For f**k's sake, Monk!” I hiss, my teeth clamped so tight I might snap
