I am home sick in a downtown apartment. A puppy looks at me wanting to be walked. The room is lit by a wall of windows. Sounds of a bulldozer echo from 5 stories below. I am at the computer trying to work. Actually, I'm working quite well if I do not stand. The room enthralls me . My mind races because of how sick I am. It's not the kind of sick you can catch. Inside, I feel like I am shouting to express my angry passion for living...cursing My body won't let me. The time is 5:30, and I hear him come in. He holds a large programming book. This is what I used to teach myself he says. I don't pass it to anybody, but I pass it to you. He spoke f