Emergency Bullet in the Brain

I found both stories to be kind of interesting. Although, I liked the first one more because the second one was kind of confusing. Bullet in the Brain was so descriptive that it actually painted a very vivid picture in my head. Which is surprising to me for how short the story was. I thought the second story, Emergency, had more of a moral about it while still being a descriptive story. I just found that it was harder to follow, but I may have just not really payed enough attention to that one. I wasn't expecting the stories to be like these but I preferred the Bullet in the Brain story more. It was really interesting how the writer explained the final thought of the guy while he was being shot. His last thought were just about the most relaxed and peaceful times in his life, which almost gave death more of a tranquil feeling rather than a sad one. But it also made me get the impression that when it come down to it, all of the things which matter so much when were living and give us the most stress and problems just don't matter in the end because you are just put at peace. The part I think I liked most about the Bullet in the Brain story, as messed up as it sounds, was the part talking about the bullet entering, going though, and leaving the mans head. It was probably the most descriptive part and thats why it caught my attention. I would have to say the messages of these stories are something like remember the little things in life because those are the ones that matter most.

10 again..

Just like the little boy in the story, I too enjoyed being outside when I was young. Full of imagination and roaming the neighborhood I had loads of fun. But there was one incident that scarred me for life, literally.

Michael Paolini was one of my friends and just so happened he was also my backyard neighbor. We would have loads of fun just doing our thing. From being destructive, to playing video games, to rounding up the neighborhood kids for whatever sport it may be. I recall one day after school I went over to Mike's and we went and jumped on the trampoline. Then the destructive part of my brain kicked in when I noticed this extremely dead willow tree in his yard. I had seen it many times before but this time I apparently just had enough of it. So I hopped off the trampoline and climbed up in the tree. Granted it wasn't full grown, probably only standing about 20- 25 feet high, but when i reached the top I began to rock it back and forth. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack. Thankfully I was smart enough to get down before the entire tree tipped over and I broke something. Once I got down I just pushed the trunk a little bit and the entire tree fell over. I looked over at Mike laughing and he was too. But then we both looked at the tree on the ground and thought damn. Because his parents would not be happy to come home from work and see their tree just lying in the middle of the yard. We decided our only choice was to chop it all up and just make it seem like wood in the burn pile. But before I went to get my ax I figured his parents probably wouldn't be to happy to come home and see us hacking at the tree with an ax. Mike ran up to his garage and came back with a two baseball bats. It didn't seem to smart at first, but after demolishing a few of the completely dead branches it was fun and getting the job done. Both of us just went to town on the branches. Until, I got to one that just wouldn't break. I had already batted the branch in half and it didn't appear to be any bigger than any of the other ones. So I wound up one more time and swung with all my might. Now, by this time Mike's twin sister and her friend were outside with us watching while they jumped on the trampoline. The bat came back off that branch like it had just hit a wall of rubber. It hit me right in the face, and I dropped to the ground cussing real loud. I remember hearing his sister and her friend laughing because they thought I was just being a joker like usual. Till I lifted my head. The immediately stopped laughing and I opened my eyes to see a pool of blood in my hands and blood dripping from my face. Then as I picked myself up I saw Mike practically running in circles yelling, "Get a Band-Aid! Get a Band-Aid!" Which is pretty humorous looking back on it. I proceeded to walk up to my house when I noticed my mom standing in the doorway with a look of horror on her face. She later explained to me that I looked like the girl Carrie from the exorcist, because my face was covered in blood and there was blood dripping from my hand and elbows. She sat me down inside and got a towel to start cleaning up my face and arms as well as an ice pack to ice my head. At this point it really didn't hurt that bad and i just really didn't want to go to the hospital. Which of course she insisted because the gash was too big for butterfly band-aids to close up. I remember looking down and seeing one perfect dime shaped drop of blood on my favorite pair of shorts and for some reason that was my main concern at that point. I was pissed. After getting cleaned up my mom made me go to the hospital to get stitches. I don't recall the wait to get in, I just know it was miserable just like every other doctor visit. I ended up getting nine stitches above my right eye. Luckily the scar is just above my eyebrow and isn't that noticeable. That was pretty much the end of that, but the funniest part is the trunk of the tree was laying in their yard for a few more weeks and Mike's parents didn't even notice or question it. I also saw his parents multiple times while i had the stitches in my head still and they didn't notice that either. I don't think i will ever forget this day of when i was a stupid little wild ten year old boy.