10 years ago
How I accidentally shot and killed my best friend
The first time that I passed out on the Chicago L train, I just knew that I was dying from mad cow disease. At least that's what I told my doctor when I was trying to self-diagnose in his office, and he was pretty impressed by the depths of my neurosis. Understand, this was before WebMD when everyone could do it. But he assured me that despite the fact that I had been to Europe and eaten several steaks, I wasn't suffering from mad cow. I had anxiety...
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