Picking myself up off the ground after a shotgun blast to the gut, may have been the easiest part. The bewilderment of being blasted in my bladder and not being able to breath only added notches to the other side. That is two in their favor, score being Mandriscoe 2 & Me Three. I pulled it out in overtime, my score comes from surviving being shot.
As I ride in the ambulance my mind flashes behind the ideas of being neigh-invunerable. Feeling that my blessings may not of let me down I am reminded of the many times my powers did not work right. My breathing hampered and my mind in a haze I feel the shock and anger of being injured. Arguing being shot with at least one cop and a room filled with nurses. I feel like I have to piss. I have no pants on and it would not be a problem to do it. I have two things on my mind as I am forced to lay down after a failed attempt at urinating. (1) My erections and (2) my erections. Will my “junk” work again? I asked this as they slipped the mask into my face , no answer as I slip under.