help
another rainy day in middle school i was waiting for the bus on the bleachers in the gym and dicking around. they were the old fashioned wooden pull out kind. somehow i had managed to slip between the seats and the floorboards. instead of falling to the floor my fat head got stuck. kinda crookedly. my weight was pressing on my neck cutting off the blood to my brain. i held a pull up. but i couldn't find anything to push on with my feet. i was in trouble. my friends could see me. and hear me. but didn't grasp the seriousness of the situation. or they thought it was funny. just as i'm starting to panic i feel strong arms around my legs lifting me out of danger. it was bill, the funny looking special education student, who had more sense than anyone else.