A man has a burlap sack version of me. He aggressively squeezes my lifeless body in is hands and with untainted anger, precision and determination he takes a crimson needle and injects it into the fibers of my heart. It is pitch black and I have just been awakened to an excruciating burning impression in my chest and upper abdomen. I toss and turn for what seems like an eternity until I can’t take the torture anymore. I waddle to the medicine cabinet. I take a trio of antacids and scuffle back to